Stashing jumper cables, first-aid supplies, bottled water, flashlights, tools, blankets, and enough chargers in his SUV to power a small airport.
I’d always teased him.
“Preparedness is attractive,” he’d say.
But Frank was looking at him differently.
“You still doing it?”
Liam slowly let out the breath he’d been holding.
“Doing what?”
Frank pointed toward the keys.
“This.”
Liam sighed. “They asked.”
“All of them?”
Liam didn’t answer.
Frank leaned back.
“You keep trying to get through that door, son.”
The room went completely quiet.
Liam looked toward his father’s photograph.
For the first time since I’d found the keys, I wasn’t wondering who they belonged to.
I was wondering what they were doing to my husband.
Then I remembered the red one.
I pulled it from my pocket.
“Okay.”
Liam looked at me.
“Blue is Mrs. Palmer. Green is Frank. Yellow is somebody else you’re helping.”
