She looked at it closely, from all angles. It didn’t look like a key, and it didn’t seem to have any particular shape she could recognize. Yet when she pressed it against the keypad, the door opened. She tried it twice, thrice, many times, to make sure the thing was what it claimed to be. The door opened each time, as if by a miracle.

If the price of having a new home of her own was getting used to this strange key contraption, she could accept that.