I Was Hired To Pretend To Be His Granddaughter

I had to try twice to open it.

Inside was a single folded sheet and a brass key taped to the corner.

Just a house key. Old. Worn smooth in spots.

I unfolded the note.

Jane,

If Linda is red in the face, skip to the second paragraph.

I made a noise that was almost a laugh and almost a sob.

The room stayed quiet while I read.

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