A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

heavy, sweet scent that made my throat feel dry the moment I stepped inside. She was sitting on her beige sofa, a cup of herbal tea resting on a cork coaster on the glass coffee table, her silver hoop earrings catching the light from the floor lamp.

“He was just being nice, Lily,” Stacey said, her fingers instantly finding the silver hoop earring in continue reading …