I recognized the date. November 12. Grace had been seven weeks old. I had told Hannah I was in Houston for a client dinner. I had been in a hotel room with Vanessa, drinking bourbon from plastic cups because room service had already closed.
Hannah had called seventeen times that night.
Grace had a fever.
At 10:42 p.m., Hannah left a voicemail.
Trevor, please call me back. Her temperature is 101.8. I’m taking her to urgent care. I don’t know if I should go to the ER. Please call me.
At 11:09 p.m., she called again.
At 11:21 p.m., again.
At 11:37 p.m., I answered by accident.
The transcript captured only part of it, because the call had gone to voicemail again after my phone shifted on the nightstand. But it caug
