A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

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Chloe was sitting on the green linoleum near the refrigerator, sorting her colored pencils by length and hum-singing to herself.

Mia sat at the kitchen table, her oversized sweater sleeves pulled down over her hands, staring at a black rectangle on the table.

“Look what Dad got us,” Mia said.

She slid the black tablet toward me. It was brand new,continue reading …