dug through my drawer where I’d tossed the coin like it was nothing more than a strange souvenir of the worst day of my working life.
My fingers closed around it, and the rust grit scratched slightly against my skin.
I brought it to the box.
My heart was hammering so loud I could hear it in my ears.
I slid the coin into the slot.
Click.
A sound clean and mechanical, like a lock releasing.
The lid lifted.
Inside was a folded card and a sleek black envelope.
For
