Locked in our basement by our son and daughter-in-law, I panicked. My husband leaned close and murmured, “Don’t speak… they can’t see what’s concealed here.”
Locked in the Basement The door slammed above us, followed by the cold snap of a deadbolt. “Trevor!” I screamed, racing up the stairs. I pounded the door until my arms shook. “Let us out!” His voice came through the wood—flat, detached, and final. “Mom, Dad, you’re staying down there. You can’t manage the house…