I wanted someone in that house to prove I had misunderstood what had just happened.
Then I saw the tiny green light blinking on the strap of my purse.
And the entire situation changed.
Six months earlier, there had been an attempted mugging outside my office.
Después de ese incidente, el departamento de seguridad de mi compañía había emitido dispositivos discretos de registro de seguridad personal al personal superior.
Había usado el mío con la frecuencia suficiente para que se hubiera convertido en parte de mi rutina.
Most days, I barely thought about it.
Dad apparently had not thought about it at all.
The green indicator told me the recorder was still active.
That meant the argument might not exist only in my memory.
His demand that I sell the apartment might be there.
His explanation that Emily needed the tuition money might be there
