The sounds coming from the bugged device were chaotic—arguing voices punctuated by the crash of objects being hurled.

　　"Get out! Get as far away as possible—I never want to see you again!" Chloe's shrill voice echoed, as sharp as ever. She seemed to have recovered well.

　　"Chloe, please don't be angry. It's my fault. When you're better, we'll hold another wedding," Daniel's voice was low and pleading, a tone he'd never used with me.

　　"Another ...