On Our First Family Vacation, My Husband Refused to Let Me Go into One Locked Bedroom — His MIL Later Handed Me the Key
"I am."
"You seem quiet."
"I'm just tired."
An hour later, he asked again.
"You okay?"
I smiled.
"Of course."
When everyone gathered around the fire pit after dessert, he leaned closer.
"You're sure?"
I squeezed his hand.
"I'm fine."
But I wasn't.
The key sat in my pocket the entire evening.
Every time I shifted in my chair, I felt it.
Every time someone laughed, I remembered Elaine's face.
"Something my son should have shown you himself."
That sentence replayed over and over in my mind.
Finally, the next afternoon, Derrick's grandfather announced an idea.
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