A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

and pushing my cup toward me. “Alan loves you. You are looking for things that aren’t there because you are tired.”

“Maybe,” I said, but the way her eyes darted to the window made me hesitate.

She didn’t look at me when she took her first sip of coffee.

By seven that evening, the dining room table was set for four, though the girls were already in the continue reading …