Two Cops Showed Up the Morning After He Ran Off

into a metal bucket.

Fresh cylinders clicked into place.

Brand-new keys landed in my palm.

When he finished, he handed me the final set.

“Need any spare copies?”

I looked at the keys for a moment.

“No.”

Then I smiled faintly.

“I’ve become much more selective about who gets one.”

For the first time in months…

I slept peacefully.

The house felt different.

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