A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

and threw herself onto the wooden slats next to Mia, her face red from the cold wind.

“He told me he would send us a postcard with a picture of the lake on it,” Chloe said, her teeth clicking slightly as she spoke.

“We can put it on the refrigerator,” I said.

Mia did not say anything, but she reached out and took my hand, her small fingers cool against continue reading …