“You took the baby’s formula.”
“We replaced it.”
“You turned down the heat.”
“The apartment gets stuffy.”
“You took the food.”
“It would have spoiled.”
“And you spent the fourteen thousand dollars.”
“That money was for family expenses.”
“It was for Maya and Liam.”
“You said it was to take care of the family.”
Her voice had changed. She was no longer denying what happened. She was rearranging the meaning of it.
“I need you to come home,” I said.
“We are not getting on a plane just so you can perform some dramatic interrogation.”
“The hospital filed a report.”
I heard Chloe speaking in the background.
Then Mark.
My mother covered the phone, but I could still hear fragments.
Police.
Report.
Cameras.
When she returned, her voice was colder.
“What exactly did you tell them?”
“The truth.”
“You don’t know the truth.”
“I know what I saw.”
