Keeping things normal
Taking the kids to school kept me busy, but the key pressed heavily in my pocket, a constant reminder of the unknown. I focused on their daily needs, using routine to mask the anxiety gnawing at me. Lucy’s nervous questions about her homework and Timmy’s typical grumpiness filled the morning, but every time my hand brushed the key, my curiosity surged. What had Mark left behind? My gut told me this small key was just one piece of a much bigger mystery.
Keeping Things Normal
Visit to a bank
I went to the bank, hoping they could shed light on my husband’s secret. Stepping inside, I struggled to keep my nerves at bay. An employee at the desk greeted me with a polite smile. “How can I help you today?” he asked. Holding up the key, I explained, “I found this among my husband’s things.” He examined it thoughtfully. “This might belong to a safety deposit box,” he said, taking the key and promising to check for any matches. My heart raced with anticipation as I waited for his answer.
Visit To A Bank
