A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

and the counter.

I let it ring once, the sound bouncing off the empty walls of the kitchen.

It rang a second time, the vibrations sliding the phone an inch closer to the edge of the table.

I picked it up and pressed the cold glass to my ear.

“Lily,” Stacey whispered.

Her voice was shaking, the words muffled as if she were holding her hand continue reading …