“For what?”
“For life,” he said with a faint smile. “If the world ever pushes you into a corner so deep you can’t climb out… bring this to Ironcrest Bank.”
She laughed at the time.
“What will it do?”
“Hopefully,” he replied, “you’ll never find out.”
Back to the Present
Standing inside the bank lobby twenty-four years later, Clara wondered if she had misunderstood him.
The card looked ridiculous.
It looked like junk.
But Mateo’s cough echoed against the marble walls, and Sofia tugged gently on her sleeve.
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