A stack of birthday gifts sat on the shelf, wrapped in paper with little gold leaves.

One tag had come loose and lay face down on the carpet.

I sat on the edge of the bed and called Lauren again.

Voicemail, same greeting, same flat beep.

I opened the lock app.

The side door had gone from unlocked to locked at 8:47.

Someone had opened it, gone inside, and pulled it shut.

I checked the other doors.