A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

thick blue notebook with spiral binding.

“Get inside,” I said, stepping back into the hallway.

She walked past me without a word, her boots sliding on the small rug by the door. She did not smell like the expensive perfume she usually wore. She smelled like cold air and stale car upholstery.

“He does not know I am here,” she said, her voice dropping as continue reading …