The elderly woman stood up abruptly.

“Careful what you’re accusing me of.”

The girl’s voice grew stronger.

“She said you told her she wasn’t worthy.”

The middle-aged man stepped between them.

“That’s enough,” he said.

But the girl pulled something from her coat.

A small recorder.

She pressed play.

A woman’s weak voice filled the air.

“If you’re hearing this… it means she found you.”

The elderly woman staggered backward.

Because she recognized the voice instantly.

It was the woman she paid to disappear.