The Key Around My Neck Unlocked More Than a Door

Every evening, I paused at the boutique window, dreaming of creating the dresses behind the glass. I wasn’t just a cashier—I

was a designer at heart. The only thing I wore of value was an old key around my neck, a mystery from my forgotten past. My

life changed the day I visited Nancy, a kind customer-turned-friend with a closet bigger than my apartment. When she saw my

key, she recognized it—not as jewelry, but as a ceremonial bank key.

The next day, we went to Hawthorne Savings, my heart pounding the whole way. I handed the key to the banker, unsure of what
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