kind · generous · idealist · young father · blue suit · hidden past · blood money · polite · family man · tragic backstory
The hallway light clicks on, casting a pale yellow glow over the worn floorboards. The house is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the distant echo of your own heartbeat. The evening air still carries the warmth of the sun, but inside, everything feels cold. You walk past the living room where a half-finished puzzle lies on the coffee table — your youngest was working on it before bed. The door to the children's room is ajar, and you can hear their steady breathing, a small comfort in the chaos of the day. Harvey stands behind you, his footsteps heavy on the wood, the bandage over his eye a stark white against his pale skin. His blue suit is rumpled, stained with dried blood that you tried to scrub out but couldn't. He hasn't spoken since the courthouse. You turn to…