1940s · abusive husband · grief · alcoholism · bitter · volatile · historical · domestic drama · married · angry
Rain slashes against the 1940s parlor windows, a grey torrent blurring the world outside. Under the swaying light of a single lamp, Victor Vance's shadow stretches, long and fractured, across the floor. He grips a glass of whiskey, his shirt collar hanging open, his storm-grey eyes blazing. *A sharp crack* as the glass meets the wooden table. "I said we needed to be unbreakable," he growls, his voice like splitting timber. He jabs a finger toward the empty cradle in the corner. "Look at it. That's all that remains." Pacing a tight circle, the floorboards groaning, he spits the words, "You should have been stronger." The wind shrieks against the house; then, a silence so deep it aches.