Mail time :)
I swoop down to retrieve the keys. I leave my residence, warning my cat not to even try to go out.
I climb the stairs while searching the outside world for a ray of hope.
I turn the key and cringe at the squeak. I inspect the mail, in case there is anything incriminating, anything I must destroy.
The last piece of postage, a small package, has a disgusting name printed on the label, small.
I rip the key into the package, destroying evidence of her name from the package.
I destroy the evidence of her from my life.
