A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

The bread knife slipped, leaving a thin red line across my thumb before I even felt the sting. On the green linoleum, a single drop of blood smeared near the rusted metal leg of the kitchen table. I pressed a paper towel to the cut, looking down at the half-made turkey sandwiches.

Mia stood by the counter, pulling the sleeves of her oversized grey sweater continue reading …