A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

the silver loop until her lobe was red. “You are letting your imagination run away with you.”

“I am going to ask him about it tonight,” I said.

“Do not do that,” she said, leaning forward, her face pale under the warm lamp. “Please, Lily. Just let it go.”

I stood up, the heat from her cinnamon candle making my head ache, and walked out without another continue reading …