A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

paper and placed it in my purse next to the brass key.

By seven o’clock, the smell of toasted bread filled my kitchen as Mia and Chloe finished their soup.

Mia sat with her oversized sweater sleeves pulled down over her hands, watching me clear the plates.

“Your father and I are going to court on the fourteenth,” I said, sitting down at the table.

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