Titus opened his mailbox, to find a postcard.
On the front, a picture of the Eiffel Tower. On the back, a short message, telling him everything he needed.
“Just a little postcard from Paris. It’s lovely here. Wish you could have come. Me and the new guy are going gangbusters day and night. Thought you’d like to know.
“Hope you found someone else, like I told you to.
Titus stared at the card for a moment, then tossed it in the recycling on his way back inside.