A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

the glass screen pristine and free of fingerprints, reflecting the overhead kitchen light.

“He said it is for our homework,” Mia said.

I picked it up. The device was heavy, smelling of new plastic and packing foam, the brand logo shiny on the back.

“When did he give this to you?” I asked.

“In the car before he dropped us off,” Mia said.continue reading …