A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

tuck a stray piece of brown hair behind her ear.

“Yes, the one with the blue door,” Chloe said, pulling the sleeves of her oversized sweater over her hands. “Aunt Stacey was there yesterday when Daddy picked us up.”

“Stacey was at the apartment?” I asked, keeping my voice level.

“She was putting her big blue suitcase in the bedroom,” Chloe said, nodding continue reading …