“A voice,” Merritt repeated softly, writing it in his notes. “Not one.” The words echoed faintly against the walls, more observation than judgment, but enough to remind everyone that the story had just changed shape.
“Could you recognize it?” Cooper asked softly, her tone low enough to keep the moment intimate despite the courtroom’s walls. Lila hesitated, then raised both hands and mimed turning a circular dial, her small fingers moving with slow, certain precision.