A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

“Lily, it is me,” Stacey said, speaking so rapidly her words ran together over the line.

“Alan said you signed the waiver for the lake lot today,” she said.

“I signed it,” I said, leaning my head against the wall.

“We wanted to wait to tell you, but he is in Cleveland for a regional meeting,” she said, her voice tight and nervous. “We continue reading …