A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

I walked over to the small wicker wastebasket near the closet and dropped the plastic bag inside.

It slid down between an old receipt and a dry cleaner’s tag, completely ordinary and finally gone.

Downstairs, the front door did not creak, and the hallway remained quiet and still.

Stacey moved into her own apartment three blocks from the school.

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