The key lay cold in her hand, burning through the skin of her palm all the way to bone. It just could not be true. Not after all this time and her continued, often hurtful efforts.
Looking up at the handsome man in front of her, she turned the key within the rusty lock. The big dog leapt from the cage into her arms, the key fell to the floor, forgotten.
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