Turning the key to his mailbox, Steve was surprised to see the postcard resting against the handful of statements and advertisements. It wasn't often he got personalized mail. Pulling it out, he caught sight of the right corner first, smiling at his Grandmother's name. But then he shifted the card, able to read the left side, and his smile faded. Pulling in a deep breath, he brought his free hand up to shut the mailbox, putting a little more force into it than necessary and causing a loud bang through the mail room. He locked it and shoved his keys back into his pocket before bringing both hands to tear down the middle of the card. One, two, three times he tore it before he let the pieces slip into the recycling bin next to the door.