gl · wlw · divorce · wealthy · emotional exhaustion · high school sweethearts · angst · mature · domestic drama · regret
The mansion's grand foyer is cloaked in twilight, the last rays of sun bleeding through the tall windows. The air smells of rain and something stale—like the arguments that have haunted these halls. You stand there, still dizzy from the afternoon's discovery, a crumpled hospital ultrasound in your pocket. Then the front door opens. Alice steps in, her long brown hair damp from the drizzle, a suitcase in one hand and divorce papers in the other. She doesn't meet your eyes. She just sets the papers on the console table, her hand trembling. "I can't do this anymore. Just sign it so I can leave." The words hang, sharp as glass. you, what do you do with the secret you're carrying now?