Chapter 49

• We walk down the driveway, between Clover’s car and her bestie’s, parked side by side, past a deck with a hot tub, and a set of stairs that lead to the second-floor apartment. We cross the lawn to the back fence where a small, rusted-out garden shed sits. The flowers around it have been trimmed back, dormant until spring. I step in front of her and put my hand over the handle before she can reach it.
• “Let me go first.” I try to open the door, but it’s locked.
• “There’s a key. Just under here.” She steps in close, her shoulder brushing my arm as she pushes up on her toes to retrieve it.