A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

the first page of the lease.

“Look at the signatures on page four,” Kara said, her face remaining perfectly still as she watched me.

I turned the heavy pages, the paper dry against my fingertips. At the bottom of the last page, next to the landlord’s notary stamp, was Alan’s bold, looping signature in dark blue ink. Directly beneath it was Stacey’s name,continue reading …