“That’s a bad word mommy.You said so,” Gus squeaked. “Want me to tell Daddy on you?”
Catherine tousled Gus’s hair and laughed, “Anything but that buddy.”
“Hey, I have one of those keys too mommy. I found one in my sock drawer with a note. Will you read me the note?”
Catherines eyes widened at the thought of another mysterious key. “Of course. Do you know where you put it?”
“Yep. It’s in with my dinosaurs. I was going to feed it to them later. I’ll show you. He took his mom's hand and pulled her the direction of his bedroom. Catherine sifted through the herd of plastic crustaceans until she found the wadded up paper resting near the middle. An address was scribbled onto the furrowed parchment in thick slanted letters.
1387 Cedar Street
Take the elevator two floors and insert the first key into the third door on the left.
Catherine wasn’t sure what to make of the note; or who it was even intended for. She gave Gus a forced smile and rushed to grab her phone. She dialed Zach, but the call wouldn’t go through. She stared at the nonresponsive phone until a soft chime told her that she had received a text.
Catherine...bring the keys! And come alone. :)
There was no recipient listed, and she had no idea what to make of the smily face. Was someone playing a joke? “Not funny,” she said.
“What does the note say mommy? What’s not funny?” Gus’ eyes were wide with curiosity and when Catherine didn’t answer him immediately he tugged relentlessly on her pant leg.
“Sorry sweetie. Mommy was just thinking.”
“What does it say?”
“It says Grandma is going to take you to the library this morning!” she lied. “Go grab your shoes.”
She didn’t bother explaining anything to her mom when she asked her to watch the kids for a bit. Only that she had an errand to run and wouldn’t be too long. Her plan was to just drive by 1387 Cedar Street and survey the place, but when she pulled up and watched the people going in and out her curiosity got the best of her.
On the outside, it looked like an ordinary office space. The lawn was neatly manicured and the windows freshly washed. The revolving doors swung quietly into a large, empty waiting room. A grey haired man sat hunched over a newspaper in the reception area. He looked up for a moment and smiled at Catherine.
“Second floor, third door on the left,” he answered before Catherine had time to give her thoughts a voice.
Catherine hesitantly pressed the elevator button and waited for the metal doors to slide open. Soft music filled the tight space as she climbed in and Catherine strummed on the wall. The climb to the second floor was taking particularly long and Catherine wished she had just taken the stairs. When the doors finally parted, she eagerly hopped out and looked for the third door on the left. The corridor seemed to go on forever before the rows of doors appeared. Everything seemed so far away all of a sudden. The keys felt cold in her palm as she reached for the lock. She took a deep breath, slipped the first key into the brass keyhole and took a step back.
Come back tomorrow to see what happens next!