They Arrived at My Cabin With Luggage—But They Had No Idea What I’d Done

I picked up my phone. There were seven missed calls now. Three from James. Two from Briana. One from an unfamiliar number. And one from the cabin manager.

Then another message appeared.

James: “Mom, please call me. Something is wrong.”

I stared at those words for several seconds.

Something was wrong.

Yes. But not with the cabin. Not anymore.

I finally pressed play on his voicemail.

“Mom, we’re at the cabin, but the code isn’t working. The door won’t open. I thought maybe you changed it…”