Lloyd shuffled to the door of his white, brown-trimmed two-story house, his yard dark save for his dim porch light, left on what he could only assume was considerately by his wife who, phased by dozens of these kinds of nights, was probably already asleep. Stepping on to the welcome mat of the patio, Lloyd sighed and pulled his keys from his pocket lazily and flicked them once, which, by the end of the motion, left his house key pressed between his thumb and index finger.Lloyd pushed his…See More