She turned Sophie away from him and held her against her shoulder.
My camera had no audio—the microphone setting had somehow disabled itself during installation—but I could see Margaret speaking quickly.
Ryan answered.
Whatever he said made her shake her head.
Then he reached into his pocket.
I leaned so close to my phone that my nose nearly touched the screen.
His hand emerged.
He was holding something small and rectangular.
Black.
For one terrifying second, I could not understand what I was looking at.
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