Leo looked between Mark and me.
Then they noticed the laptop.
Silence fell.
I didn’t ease into it.
“I heard part of the recordings,” I said. “Do you want to explain what’s going on?”
Neither of them spoke.
Then Sam exhaled slowly.
“Then you don’t quite understand. Play the rest.”
Mark looked at me. I gave a small nod.
We sat down together in the living room, and he pressed play again.
This time, Leo and Sam stayed.
And whatever truth was coming—it didn’t unfold the way I had expected.
Mark sat with his arms crossed, watching carefully.
The audio continued.
They spoke about “David.”
I frowned. I hadn’t said that name in years.
David was the one who hired me right out of grad school. He pushed me onto bigger projects before I thought I was ready. He was the one who told me, more than once, that I had “good instincts.”
And then I left.
In the recording, Sam said, “I sent him an email. No reply.”
Leo answered, “Try again. Different subject line. Keep it simple.”
Another clip.
“David replied,” Sam said quietly. “Didn’t say much. Just asked questions. About her. About what she’s been doing.”
Leo exhaled slowly.
“Okay… that’s something.”
Mark glanced at me but stayed silent.
The recordings continued—clip after clip.
My sons had been building something.
