Cd Ss Nita 03 This Is On My -woops Slip- File... Review

Then—a child’s voice. Clear as a bell. Singing a lullaby in a language I didn’t recognize. Nita’s breath hitched. “Oh. Oh, no. You’re not—” The recording glitched. Three seconds of pure white noise.

I played it again. And again.

The memo landed on my desk at 8:47 AM, folded into a sharp, accusatory triangle. Cd SS Nita 03 This Is On My -woops Slip- File...

I pressed play.