Mara’s mouth on the recording moved differently. She said something she did not recognize. A sharp, rational sentence, the kind that parries rather than pleads. The other person laughed, and laughter broke like glass. The camera wavered. The footage ended with the sound of footsteps—the same cadence Mara had replayed in her head a thousand times—and the image of the other leaning forward, as if to retrieve something from the table.