My Husband Locked Our Phones in His Toolbox Before Friday Dinner—Then My Son Collapsed After Three Bites
“So we focus on each other.”
“You could just leave them on the counter.”
He slid the key into his pocket.
“The level must be in the truck.”
Then walked back into the house.
I remained in the garage for several seconds.
My palm rested against the cold green metal.
There was no reason to lock two phones inside a toolbox.