I stay in my room with my door locked.”

“Has any of them ever tried to open your door.”

“No,” Haley wrote.

“They just stay downstairs or go into the master bedroom.”

I walked to the far end of the container and turned around.

The narrow space suddenly felt much smaller, as if the metal walls were closing in.

My wife Kendra was bringing strange men into the house I’d bought, while my daughter hid in the dark.

“I need you to listen to me carefully,” I typed.