I checked the image of my lottery ticket and wondered whether I had already made a terrible mistake.
Before I could investigate further, an unfamiliar number appeared on my screen.
The message contained only two sentences.
“Don’t tell Mark about the lottery, and don’t sign anything he sends you.”
A second message followed.
“His illness isn’t the biggest lie he’s been telling you.”
The final line contained a single name.
“Vanessa.”
I stared at the screen as the woman’s voice from Room 214 echoed through my memory.
Then another message arrived.
