House of Cards
Tonight will be his lucky night. That shooting star was a sign.
Father changed the safe combination, but his fingers are blessed, holy. They can feel each click, sense when and how far to turn. He knows he’s been touched by God.
“Thank you, son, for saving our home!” he imagines his mother saying. His father will finally give him an admiring handshake. They’ll forget how close they all came to ruin.
He turns over his cards and smiles. He simply can’t lose. He throws down his grandmother’s rubies and the deed to the estate.
“See and raise you.”