A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

on the top step, holding my purse against my side.

Stacey stood beside me, her arm brushing mine.

“You think you won something today,” Alan said, walking toward us until he was just two feet away.

He had that small, charming tuck at the corner of his mouth, the one he used whenever he wanted to remind me of how we used to be.

“But you are going to have continue reading …