For a second she held it without moving.

“I used to think that was convenient.”

“It was convenient for entry,” I said.

She looked at the old key.

“This doesn’t belong outside.”

It was not a key that opened the new duplex.

She put it with the old-property items to be dealt with through the approved arrangements, in a drawer behind the measuring spoons where Mia could see what she had done.

She did not create another outdoor hiding place for the new key.