The Man Who Bought My Scraps

Willa has spent three years pouring her soul into her first solo gallery exhibition, and Warren, her husband, swears he will bring the city's most influential patrons to opening night. He never arrives. Instead, he spends the evening hauling furniture for Lacey, his new assistant. Humiliated, Willa packs his suits and locks him out, unmoved by his remorseful gifts and promises.

When Warren swears he is finished handling Lacey's personal life, he plans a weekend at the aquarium with Willa and their son, Finn. But on the highway, Lacey calls again, sobbing about an accident. Warren abandons them on the shoulder, and Finn asks whether his father has left them behind again.

Willa takes Finn through the exhibits alone, and Warren never comes. At one in the morning, he finally slips through the front door, carrying the scent of cheap vanilla perfume.