I rubbed my index finger across the neck of the key, mocking Cameron with each stroke.

Cameron looked at the raging river behind me and took a panicky step forward.

“Hey! Backup or I’ll throw it!” I screamed, throwing my arm above my head with the key gripped tightly in my fist.

“Melissa fucking please!” Cameron cried, dropping his shoulders with defeat.

Ahh Cameron. That naive, stupid fucking idiot. He thought I had the key to our dad’s chest, which he had left to us when he died, in my hand. I didn’t. This key was plastic and it didn’t open anything, except the door to Cameron’s panic attack.

I smirked and hurled the key into the angry water. Cameron dropped to his knees and started to cry.