A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

stopped chewing her toast and looked up.

“Are we still having Thursday dinners?” Chloe asked, her voice rising.

“We are changing the schedule so you always know where you are going to sleep,” I said.

Mia pulled her hands further into her sleeves.

“Does Dad know?” Mia asked.

“He will know soon,” I said.

Chloe stood up and began to hop on her left foot, her continue reading …