A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

not in Toledo,” Stacey said, her voice small but steady.

“You did not answer my calls,” he said, reaching out to touch the sleeve of her wool coat.

“I came back from Cleveland and the house was half empty. You took the blue dishes, Stacey. We can talk about this at home. We do not need to do this here.”

Stacey pulled her arm back, tucking continue reading …