account misuse and discriminatory instruction.

I told her I wanted copies of everything first, including the audio, the log, and the email trail.

District Civil Court, Room 4B, would be open in the morning if I chose to continue.

I gathered my purse.

The cream reservation card was still inside.

So was the cracked phone that had warned me the office was ready.

Outside, rain ran down the windows in long silver lines.

Inside, my son stood between his wife and his mother and looked like a man realizing that silence leaves records too.

Would you play the reservation file today?