And why had he carried it there on the most important day of his life?
I pressed my lips together and tried to calm myself.
There had to be an explanation.
There always was with Callum.
That was the thing about him.
He was predictable in the best possible way.
If I asked him a question, he answered it. If something bothered him, he talked about it. If we disagreed, he never disappeared or shut me out. He had spent four years teaching me what it felt like to trust another person without constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
So why was I standing alone in a hotel hallway, clutching a mysterious key like I had just discovered evidence of a crime?
I looked at my phone.
For one irrational second, I considered calling him.