He reached into his pocket and pulled out a brass key.
My stomach tightened.
“Why do you have that?”
His thumb moved over the key.
“Because I lied to you.”
“About storage?”
“Yes.”
“What’s in there?”
He looked at me, and the fear in his face made me colder than anger would have.
“I should have shown you before the wedding,” he said.
“Then show me now.”
His hand shook as he unlocked the door.
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