Chapter 5 - Packing My Bags In The Middle Of The Night
The digital clock on the bedside table flashed 3:14 AM as I zipped up my heavy leather suitcase.
The house was dead quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs in the kitchen.
Michael was fast asleep in the guest bedroom, exhausted from the wreckage of the disastrous Sunday dinner.
I pulled open the top drawer of his oak dresser, searching for the hidden key to his home office safe.
My fingers brushed against a cold metal key hidden beneath a stack of folded wool sweaters.
I crept silently down the hallway, stepping carefully over the floorboards that usually creaked underfoot.
The heavy mahogany door of his study opened with a soft, nearly silent click as I turned the brass knob.
I walked over to the oil painting of the Manhattan skyline hanging on the back wall of the room.
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Swinging the painting outward revealed the digital keypad and keyhole of the wall safe embedded inside.
I inserted the metal key and punched in the anniversary date we had shared five years ago.
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