1940s · abusive husband · grief · alcoholism · bitter · volatile · historical · domestic drama · married · angry
Rain lashed the 1940s parlor windows, drowning the city. Under a trembling lamp, Thomas Avery’s shadow stretched long and jagged. He clutched whiskey, collar undone, eyes storm-grey with rage. *Slam.* The bottle hit the table. “I told you this family needed strength,” he growled, voice cracking like thunder. He gestured to the empty cradle. “Look at it. All we have left.” Pacing, he hissed, “You should’ve done better.” The wind howled; silence followed.