When I was little, I would explore all the nooks and crannies in the spare bedroom at my grandma's house in Winchester. The chest of drawers was full of treasures--rose-scented lotions, candles, shiny makeup compacts, old business cards, sachets of potpourri, all fascinating to a little girl. There was one trinket in particular that caught my eye and I begged my grandma to let me keep it: an old skeleton key. My grandma's house wasn't old enough to have locks that would need such a key and I assume it likely came from the house my dad grew up in, making the key that much more mysterious. I wore the key around my neck on a chain for years, throughout high school. When my grandma passed away in the summer of 2008, the necklace became a talisman. I used it to carry her love and light with me and I rarely took it off. One night, I came home from spending time with friends and the chain broke, the necklace finding its way to the floor. I h...