A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

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She didn’t answer, only stared at the dark driveway where the autumn leaves were starting to pile against the old garage door.

The next morning, the school hallway smelled of floor wax, wet umbrellas, and damp wool coats. Stacey was waiting by the main office, holding a stack of bright green flyers for the fall bake sale.

When I walked up, she handed continue reading …