At the front gate, Nate pulls a key from his back pocket and inserts it into the padlock holding the chain in place. He removes it, letting it slink to the ground, before repocketing the key. “Where did you get that?” I ask, pointing to his pocket. “Oh, I told one of the older ladies in the kitchen that I needed to pull my car in, and they gave me this key.”
HES SO SUSPICIOUS IM SCARED RN HES GONNA TURN ON THEM
