Key under rock
Stopping at the doorstep, the man crouched down, slipping his hand beneath a loose rock with practiced ease. A faint glint revealed the hidden key he drew out, his small smile betraying a sense of triumph. He turned the lock with the familiarity of someone who had done it countless times, then held the door open—not so much as an invitation, but more like an unspoken command for Gracie to step inside.

Key Under Rock
