A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

“Even on Thursdays?” Chloe asked, her voice high and thin.

“Even on Thursdays,” I said. “We have our dinner right here. Every single week.”

Mia pulled the sleeves of her oversized grey sweater down until they completely covered her hands. She reached into her bag and pulled out her yellow pencil case, setting it next to the old chrome toaster.

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