A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

watch on his wrist. “It is the look on your face. The way you watch me when I answer the phone.”

He went back to the bedroom and returned with his shaving kit, sliding it into the side pocket of the bag.

“If you cannot trust me, I cannot stay in this house,” he said.

“Alan, please,” I said, the words dry in my throat as I looked at the empty space on continue reading …