A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

Stacey walked back to our table, her shoulders dropping as she took her coat from the back of the chair.

She looked at me, and for the first time in two years, her smile was the same one she used to have when we were girls.

“We did it,” she whispered.

“Let’s go home,” I said.

Alan was already standing by the double doors when we walked out, his lawyer continue reading …