A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

just a long day of team-building.”

“Did Stacey mention the bake sale meeting to you?” I asked, looking at the way his fingers kept twitching toward his pocket.

“I haven’t talked to Stacey in days,” he said, turning his back to me to check his reflection in the hallway mirror. “We have enough on our plates without worrying about school flyers.”

“Why are continue reading …