The Unlocked Door

Claire reaches out and takes the key from Warren's palm, her fingers brushing his, and he feels the cold metal leave his skin. She kneels before him, her sharp bob falling forward, and presses the key to the lock at his crotch, her eyes meeting his. 'Show me,' she says, 'show me which one you want to be—Warren, or Willow.' The phone buzzes with David's name on the dresser, and Warren's breath catches as he feels the cage shift, the choice suddenly real and irreversible. He doesn't know if she'll unlock it or walk away, but the key is in her hand now, and the next move is his.