I’ve always had a strange fascination with keys – skeleton keys, to be precise. It started when Grandpa Aro gave me one when I was a boy. Over time, I’ve collected several, without ever truly being able to put into words what they mean to me.
They are mystery, history, and love, all rolled into one.
Jasper has never really asked about them – he just seems to get it. Like he seems to get me.
So when the time comes for me to tell him how I feel, I do it the only way I know how.
With a heart-shaped key.