A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

of my text messages from when we had that fight about his travel schedule last spring.”

“Then we start at five o’clock,” I said.

“The girls have art class until five thirty, so we will have a clear window.”

At ten o’clock, the smell of burnt coffee filled the hallway of the real estate office.

I walked past the reception desk with the blue notebook tucked continue reading …