“At first, it pissed me off I couldn’t find a spare key somewhere obvious. You know, under your doormat like a normal person. But then I decided I raised you smarter than I thought because I have looked for a key everywhere and couldn’t find one.” I give my mom a sheepish grin as I plant a hand on Winter’s back to guide her stunned form through the front gate and up the sidewalk. “Well, Ma, the truth is, I don’t have a spare key hidden anywhere at all.” Her head tips back against the siding of the house, inky black hair falling behind her. “Yep. I raised you stupid.”
