A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

The room smelled of old paper and the lemon wax she used on her bookshelves.

She turned to page forty-two, where Alan had written down the dates of his trips to Toledo alongside three phone numbers.

“This is a record of his absences during your marriage,” Ms. Vance said, her glasses sliding down her nose.

“And during his marriage to Stacey,” I said, pointing continue reading …