Michael Carter Pushed Me Toward a Fifty Million Dollar Funeral
I picked it up and slipped it into the pocket of my coat.
He turned from the sink.
“Did you need that?”
“No.
I just don’t want to lose it.”
He shrugged and returned to the counter.
The key pressed against my fingers through the coat pocket.
I had no reason to take it with me, yet I could not bring myself to put it back.