A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

“Case number forty-two, Miller versus Miller,” the bailiff called out.

Stacey stood up first, her wool coat brushing against mine as she stepped into the center of the hallway.

She did not look at Alan as she walked past him, her eyes fixed on the heavy wooden doors of the courtroom.

The room inside was smaller than I expected, smelling of old paper and continue reading …