“How did you even get into this house?” I said, voice low. “I locked the front door last night. I got the keys from the realtor and I locked it myself.”
Lucy’s eyes glittered.
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a key.
Not just any key.
A key on a familiar keychain.
Tiny stars. Tiny stripes.
The little flag I was still clenching in my own fist.
