bank visit
I visited the bank, hoping they would recognize my husband’s secret. Walking inside, I fought off the nerves bubbling in my chest.
An employee at the desk smiled politely. “How can I help you today?” he asked. “I found this key among my husband’s things,” I explained.
“I believe it might belong to a safety deposit box.” He nodded and took the key, promising to check for any matches.
My heart pounded in anticipation.
