The object in my hands was so small that, at first, I couldn’t understand why it mattered.
It was an old silver key.
Not a modern house key.
This one was tiny, slightly tarnished, with a faded blue ribbon tied through the top.
My fingers began to shake.
I looked at Ethan.
He was standing in front of me, still wearing the bright red dress that had become the center of everyone’s attention.
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