Where did you get that ring

rush you. Promise me.”

I had laughed then. “The kids love me.”

He had looked at me with sadness I did not understand.

“They love what they think they’re owed.”

I turned the key over.

Engraved into the metal were two letters and two numbers.

B-14.

A bus hissed to a stop in front of me at 8:58.

The door folded open, and the driver, a heavyset woman with silver continue reading …