A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

sound on the terrazzo floor.

I watched his face register the sight of his current wife and his ex-wife sitting side by side, our coats overlapping on the wooden seat.

“Lily,” he said, nodding once as he walked closer. “Stacey.”

“Good morning, Alan,” I said.

He did not look at me for more than a second, turning his full attention to Stacey.continue reading …