Ingrid cuddled next to me, both of us sprawled naked on the mattress in the night. I kept thinking about the secrets of her journal and the secrets of this special night and the secret that I had stuffed into her duffel bag.
"Can I share a secret with you?" I asked.
"I think you already have," Ingrid giggled.
I gently pushed her away and I slid along the mattress to fish through her duffel bag.
"What are you doing?" She frowned.
I pulled out the Superman lunchbox and handed it to her as she sat naked on the mattress with confusion.
"You're not Clark Kent?" She joked.
"Open it," I whispered.
She squinted at the lunch box. "Why?"
Ingrid carefully unlatched the box and she lifted up the cover. "What is this?" She asked.
"Your future," I answered. "Your house. Your place in the family. Your salvation."
Ingrid lifted out one of the stacks of baseball cards. "I don't understand," she said.
"I'm carding you," I let her know as I leaned in and gave her a kiss. "Nobody can erase you now."