“Let’s hang this up, as a good luck token.” She held the key I’d given her when we were fifteen, making my heart stutter. “You just carry that with you?” She laughed, pressing the metal to her lips. “If I could ink it into my skin and carry it as a constant reminder that one day we’d be married and a happy family, I’d do it, Wes. For now, it hangs out on my keychain.”
