A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

o’clock, I went upstairs to my bedroom to put away the clean laundry I had left on the bed.

The dresser drawers slid open with a familiar, wooden groan that I had heard every night for ten years.

In the back of the top drawer, tucked beneath a stack of winter scarves, my fingers brushed against a small piece of plastic.

I pulled it out and held it up continue reading …