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The small device puzzled me, and for reasons I still can’t fully explain, I slipped it into my pocket.
Later that week, I drove slowly through our neighborhood, pressing the button from time to time, almost expecting nothing to happen. But as I turned onto a quiet corner a few blocks away, a garage door began to rise.
I parked, stepped out, and walked toward the opening garage. I half expected a storage unit or maybe something he had forgotten to mention. Instead, what greeted me was far more meaningful than any hidden secret.
