A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

the cotton sheet.

A sudden soft vibration hummed against the mattress, lighting up the edge of the screen with a pale blue glow.

I stared at the glowing screen of his phone under the pillow.

I withdrew my hand and closed my eyes, pretending to sleep when he rolled over.

The next evening, the radiator in our hallway hummed its familiar, uneven tune as the continue reading …