Another Life, No Crossing

Summary

I fished the key out of my coat pocket, the one with the tacky pink charm dangling from it. I remembered seeing it sitting quietly on the center console yesterday when Tristan picked me up from work.

While he was showering, I walked to the front door and slid the key into the deadbolt.

It turned perfectly. The door clicked open.

When he walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, he casually mentioned that I should put the spare key away. He did not even bother to look up.