Chapter 1: The Night the Balcony Door Clicked Shut
**My Stepmother Locked Me Outside On A Freezing Balcony — But She Didn't Know I Had My D\*ad Mother's Old Phone**
I was seven years old when Karen locked me outside in my pajamas.
The balcony door clicked shut behind me, and the freezing wind cut through my clothes while I banged on the glass, sobbing for her to let me in.
All because I had spilled juice on her new dress.
"Stay out there and think about what you did!" she screamed.
Then she pulled the curtains closed.
I was shaking so hard I could barely stand.
But inside my pajama pocket was the old phone my real mom had given me before she d\*ed.
*Only use it when you're really scared.*
With numb fingers, I called the only number I knew by heart.
Grandma.
Minutes later, tires screeched into the driveway.
Then my father's voice exploded through the house.
"WHERE IS MY SON?"
When he found me on the balcony, his face changed forever.
But Grandma did not come alone.
Two police officers were standing behind her.
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What happens when Karen has to face those two officers?
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