A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

a short, sharp breath.

“Fine, but if she calls you, Lily, you tell her to call me immediately, this isn’t like her.”

“I will,” I said, though my pocket felt heavy with the weight of the key Stacey had given me.

At five o’clock, the afternoon light was turning a deep, bruised purple.

I stood inside the living room of the suburban town continue reading …