She looked toward the porch.

“Listen to it when you’re alone.”

Then she backed away before I could ask another question.

I watched her car disappear.

The little drive rested in my palm.

Warm from her hand.

I didn’t know what it contained.

But Chelsea had been so frightened that I immediately understood one thing.

Whatever was on it mattered.

That night, after the children were asleep, I locked my bedroom door.