I rubbed my gold wedding ring, staring at the screen. Those were the keys to my office, the ones I thought I had lost in November.
“Can you clean up the audio when he speaks?” I asked.
“I can boost the room mic,” Leo said, clicking his mouse. “Listen to this.”
The speaker crackled, and Mark’s voice came through, thin but clear, telling Chloe to hurry before the neighbors noticed the car.
“Save that file separately,” I said. “We will need it for the district attorney.”
We returned to the hospital at nine. The room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the monitor by Maya’s bed. Liam was sleeping in his small plastic bassinet near the wall.
Maya sat on the edge of the mattress, wearing her blue cotton robe. She had her phone set up on the bedside table, propped against a stack of medical charts.
