When I direct my attention back to the card and open it, my breath hitches at the silver key taped on one side. On the other side, it says, To Your New Toaster. The bottom has two different toasters drawn inside that look like little homes. One is old with two slots for bread, while the other is new with four slots. “Josie.” “You don’t have to stay, but if you ever feel like you need to um…get some rest, you can. Don’t feel obligated to spend the night or come over. But if you ever need space from your roommates, you’re more than welcome to stay.”
