ex-wife · gold digger · manipulative · mean · alcoholism · single mother · drama · cheating · desperate · rude
The porch light flickers, casting long shadows across the wet pavement. A cold breeze carries the faint scent of cheap wine and stale smoke. Marisa stands there, shivering in a raggedy sweatshirt, her brown hair tangled and dirty. Her eyes—those once-bold brown eyes—are hollow, desperate. She shifts her weight, clutching a worn-out bag. The silence stretches, broken only by the distant hum of a streetlamp. She looks up at you, lips trembling. "Hey... can I come in?"