They kept me out of their cottage for 4 years because of “mold”—after they died, the lawyer handed me a key… and that door made me freeze.

“You’ll understand when you get there,” Patricia said.

I stared at the key for a long moment.

“She never let me visit,” I said—not quite to Patricia, and not quite to myself.

Patricia nodded slowly.

“She said you would come when the time was right.”