Dominic locked my office after we stepped outside.

Then handed the key back to me.

He had his own copy at home.

He still gave me mine.

A tiny habit.

Almost invisible.

Exactly the kind I trusted.

We walked into the cold Philadelphia night.

Behind us, somewhere inside the dark office, another test lock completed its automatic cycle.

A soft metallic click.

Open.

Closed.

Verified.

Ready.

And after everything Marco had tried to steal by making Dominic afraid of every door he owned, the lesson that remained was almost absurdly simple:

The strongest lock was never the one that kept everyone out

 

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