A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

already signed her lease, Alan,” I said.

He froze, his fingers stopping on the watch band. “What did you say?”

“I said she is making her own decisions now,” I said, picking up the blue document. “I will take this to show her.”

“Just talk to her, Lily,” he said, his voice losing some of its warmth. “That lot is worth thirty thousand dollars. You cannot continue reading …