Another Life, No Crossing
Language: en
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. Suddenly, a notification popped up in the condo building's WhatsApp group. "Tristan, babe, be careful today.…