A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

me one without looking at my face. She began twisting her silver hoop earrings, her fingers moving in a rapid, jerky rhythm that made the metal click against her collarbone.

“Are you coming to the planning meeting tonight?” Stacey asked, her eyes fixed on the cork bulletin board behind me.

“I think so, if Alan gets back on time,” I said, rubbing the continue reading …