Bram arrived with two folders and kept one beneath his coat.
Sera noticed before he sat. She had borrowed the shelter office for an hour, with a clear end time because the room belonged to the relief coordinator afterward. A clean sheet lay between two chairs. There was no recording device, and Eli had not been invited.
“The family information?” she asked, looking at the second folder.
“Yes.”
“Keep it there unless a particular detail is relevant. We aren’t attaching their address to your statement.”
He sat, still holding the folder through the coat. “You’re sure you want to help with this?”
“I want the hearing to distinguish what you’ve done from what Eli remembers.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
