A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

her shoulder pressing against my arm through the thick wool of my coat.

“Dad called me from his hotel room last night,” Mia said, pulling her sweater sleeves even further over her knuckles.

“Did he?” I asked, keeping my voice level.

“He said he was moving his things to the office in Toledo,” she said.

“That is about an hour away,” I said.

Chloe ran over continue reading …