Jacob happily accepted the ring of keys from the real estate agent and handed them to Gina. He was glad to see her smiling for the first time in a long time. Neither of them thought they would ever live to see this day.
"It's ours," she said. "It all seems like a dream."
Jacob hugged her tightly and kissed the top of her head. “Well, technically, it belongs to the bank,” he joked. “It won’t be ours for thirty more years.”
The real estate agent smiled at the couple and pointed to each of the keys in Gina’s hand. "Let’s get this over with so you two can begin enjoying your new house. This key fits the front door. This next one goes to the garage. The red one goes to the back door."
"What about the fourth key?" Jacob asked. "What does it fit?"
The realtor looked puzzled. "To be honest, I'm not sure what door it goes to . . .