“He left his office key ring in his second desk drawer,” I said.

“Take whatever you need from his desk, Nora.

He left his room key with the custodian before he headed out for the state athletic conference.”

I walked into Mark’s empty office and pulled open his heavy wooden desk drawer.

My family key ring had the brass master key that opened the locked compartments of his administrative desk.

In the dark back corner of his middle drawer sat his spare key ring.

I unhooked the tiny brass key that matched the lockbox he kept in our home office closet.