my chest.
Before leaving, I looked once more at room seventeen.
The green door stood open to the hallway.
For most of my life, I had imagined the past as a locked room I would never enter. Now I understood that some doors did not open because someone else pushed them.
They opened when you were strong enough to turn the key yourself.
Outside, snow continued to fall.
A dark sedan waited near the curb, its headlights dimmed. Daniel stood beside it, speaking quietly to a man in a gray
