A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

against the hood of her blue wagon, her fingers nervously twisting her silver hoop earrings.

“You look like you didn’t sleep,” Stacey said as I walked up to her, her voice rapid and high-pitched.

She began twisting her silver hoop earrings, a quick, jerky motion that she only did when she was uncomfortable.

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