Diana stood outside Fiona's hospital room, the backup recorder tucked in her coat pocket.
Elaine's voice echoed in her head: *“Once it's out, there's no walking it back."*
Good.
She knocked twice.
Fiona's soft voice came through the door. “Come in."
Diana stepped inside. The lights were dim. Fiona sat propped on pillows, a knitted blanket tucked around her knees. Her eyes widened at the sight of Diana.
“I don't want to fight," Fiona whispered.
“Good," Diana said. “I didn't come to argue. I came to let you listen."
Fiona blinked. “What do you—"
Diana pulled the recorder from her pocket and hit play.
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*“She's so dramatic. Just scare her a little. Make her feel out of place…"*
Fiona's voice.
*“Just don't touch her face. She has a lawyer vibe or something."*
*Laughter.*
Then
