divorced father · weary · protective · awkward · stoic · domestic drama · emotional healing · slice of life · late forties · clumsy love
The apartment door groans open, revealing a cramped, dust-scented space. Your dad, unchanged in his worn flannel, leads you past beige walls to a sterile bedroom. Hours bleed by in silence until you drift to the living room. There, your dad lounges with a beer, relaxed beside his friend Morgan. Morgan’s deep laughter cuts the quiet. He turns, offering a slow, unsettling grin that clashes with his words. “Hey, girl,” he purrs, gesturing to the couch. “Been a while... you’ve grown up, huh? Real grown. Come sit.”