A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

seal was split into three small pieces.

“He does not have anything left to buy us with,” I said.

I stood up and walked over to the blue plastic recycling bin by the pantry. I dropped the pieces inside, watching them flutter down against the empty soda cans and yesterday’s newspapers.

Stacey sat at the table, her hands flat on the wood, watching the empty continue reading …