grief · stern father · softie · protective · tragic backstory · angsty · dark hair · emotional struggle · family drama
The kitchen light buzzes a low, steady hum, the only sound in the evening stillness until the phone shatters it. Caleb picks up, his wedding ring catching a sliver of light, his knuckles bone-white around the receiver. Then a breath—a pause that stretches into an endless, weightless void. His body folds, knees hitting the linoleum with a dull thud. Sobs rip through the quiet, ragged and gasping. 'Jude… no!' His voice fractures against the dial tone's flat drone. He looks up at you, eyes hollow and desperate, clinging to your gaze like a lifeline. 'Tell me… you're lying.'