Three duplicate keys.

Paid for at 8:14 that morning.

So one key was older.

Somehow, that felt worse.

Then my phone rang.

Liam.

I answered.

“Hey,” he said cheerfully. “Did you make it to the grocery store?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. Don’t forget coffee.”

“Liam?”

Something in my voice must have registered because he went quiet.

I picked up the blue key.

“Why are there four keys underneath your driver’s seat?”

The silence was heavy.

Then Liam asked, “Which ones?”

I sat back. “Which ones?”

“Oh, God. Meryl, that’s not what I meant.”

“Apparently you have enough secret keys that color coding matters.”

“They aren’t secret.”

“They’re under your seat.” I looked at the receipt. “And you had them made this morning.”

“Meryl, put them back exactly where you found them.”

I actually laughed.

“That is the worst possible thing you could’ve said.”

“I know how it sounds.”