A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

to hear him.

“Lily, sweetheart,” he said, leaning down so his face filled the opening. “We need to talk about the court date on April fourteenth.”

“We have nothing to discuss outside of the lawyers’ offices,” I said.

“Don’t be like that,” he said, his voice dropping to that soft, persuasive register he used when he was behind on his sales targets. “The continue reading …