(Richard POV)
I had kept the garage key. I held the empty mug in my hand. The mug was Adrianna's mug. The mug had never been Adrianna's. The mug had been Vivienn...
Vivienne had mugged the kitchen before she had mugged the marriage.
I had kept the garage key. I have not always been a man who kept things though, but I have, in fact, been a man who throws things away with aggression. The receipts, photographs, the birthday cards Adrianna insisted on me giving her, the watch Vivienne gave me on our second anniversary that I had kept in a sock drawer in the upstairs hallway of this house for fourteen years because I had not yet decided whether to give it back to Vivienne, throw it out, or wear it. I am not a sentimental man. I am, however, a man aware that doors have locks. Locks have spare
