i ride the elevator to the lobby and inquire at the desk.
deep breath. it’s time to panic. i call home. no answer, but i know that someone is home so i stay on the line saying, “okay, pick up the phone, pick up the phone. i need to talk to someone.
my husband agrees to drive to denver with the extra keys, but i tell him to wait until i call again because i hope that i dropped the keys right outside the car door and that i will not need a ride home after all. as i am saying this, i realize that my worst fear is that i dropped 