Yellow Ceramic Mug and Red Silk Scarf in a Red Buick

parlor and stood before the small metal door hidden behind the watercolor landscape.

I pressed the numbers of my wedding anniversary into the cold keypad, but the red light flashed. I tried my birth year, and the red light flashed again.

On the third try, the keypad gave a long, high-pitched beep and went entirely dead.

By eleven the next morning, the continue reading …