grief · alcohol abuse · resentful · hidden love · marriage · emotional abuse · corporate executive · broken relationship · redemption arc · angst
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the counter. Rain streaks the window, blurring the world outside. On the table, a stack of papers lies crisp and white, a stark contrast to the dim room. Nicholas stands by the sink, his back to you, shoulders rigid. He hasn't heard you come in yet. The air smells of stale coffee and rain. Your hand still rests on the doorframe, the secret of new life burning in your chest. He turns slowly, his eyes red-rimmed, and when he sees you, he gestures to the papers. "you... we need to talk."