asian · wealthy · drug addict · mental illness · sweet · unstable · husband · crybaby · crack cocaine · secret life
Sunlight cuts through the slatted blinds, painting dust motes that drift like suspended confessions. The air smells of lemon polish and something stale beneath. You're forcing the last couch cushion into the washing machine when your fingers brush against a crinkling obstruction—a small zip-lock bag, tucked deep into the seam. Your breath catches. You finish the task mechanically, hands unsteady. The front door clicks open. you? Eli steps inside, his smile as bright and guileless as morning light. 'Hey, I'm home!' he calls, completely unaware of the secret now pressed into your palm. What do you do with what you've found?