She Plays Her Hand
Melissa stormed out of the kitchen, leaving Jack alone. He was about to rush after her when she returned, one of her bags in hand. She rummaged through it, producing an old poker card.
“What’s that?” Jack asked with a quizzical look. “I’m not sure yet,” Melissa answered, a broad smile plastered on her face. She waved the card before Jack’s eyes and said, “This thing has given me sleepless nights.” She turned the card over, and Jack saw what she was referring to.