At my birthday party, my mom softly whispered to my dad, ‘While everyone is still here, tell our son to run over to that apartment and change the lock.’ My brother nodded and left for an hour. He came back, his face paler than the tablecloth, and whispered to my mom.
My name is Lauren Reeves. I’m twenty-nine. And if you think this ends with cake and candles, stay tuned. It…