A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

away, but instead let them dangle from her index finger, the metal clicking against her rings.

“The girls can walk there on Tuesdays after their homework club,” I said.

“Mia already told me she wants to show me her new binder,” Stacey said, her voice dropping a little.

She set the cardboard box on the back seat, placing it carefully next to a stack of continue reading …