There were three missed calls from Claire, probably checking that the hospital had accepted the order with no trouble.

I texted her a short message saying the surgery had started.

I put the phone back in my purse.

My fingers brushed the little silver key to the post office box.

I took it out and turned it over in my palm.

It was a tiny piece of metal, but it had opened every locked door Richard had tried to put up around me.

The lounge door opened.