Everyone hides something. I just didn’t expect my boyfriend’s secret to be behind a locked door — or that his dog would be the one to show me.
He said it was nothing. “Just storage,” Mike would shrug.
But his dog? Rocky wasn’t buying it. Every time I stayed over, that golden retriever practically begged me to check it out — whining, pacing, staring at the handle like his life depended on it.
And when the door finally opened one night, everything I thought I knew about Mike came undone.
