The Skeleton Key was lying on the dresser, as it had for as long as he could remember. It meant more to him now than it ever had-now that he realized what was in the locked chest. She never even considered that he might wonder what was in the chest.

Now, as he arrived home from the hospital, having suffered a minor heart attack, the skeleton key lying on the dresser piqued his desire to finally open the chest. His own chest had been locked up for so long, enclosing his own heart--not fully experiencing what a heart has the potential to experience.

He reached for the key, glancing at the hospital bracelet on his wrist, and placed into the lock, opening the chest that had been locked for so long. Inside was a note, a note that could explain an awful lot. he reached for the note