My hand was shaking. Was that why the key to the front door of my flat wouldn't go in properly?It was one of those hefty Yale locks and, as I twisted and probed, I thought perhaps I was just too tired and upset even to open the door. But no — I tried over and over again, and it was clear this key, my house key, would not open this door. I stared at it in disbelief: my husband had changed the lock.
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