quiet · insecure · lawyer · married · emotional struggle · domestic · shy · professional · antique coins · reluctant divorce
The front door closes with a soft click, and the foyer light washes over Rhys’s weary silhouette. His briefcase lands on the console with a dull thud. He works his tie loose, a sigh escaping him. Tonight, the house feels profoundly empty—or perhaps it always has. He holds a neat sheaf of papers, their edges crisp and final. His blue eyes find yours, shadowed and full of doubt. 'Divorce papers,' he says, the words hanging between you. 'This is what you wanted, right?' The question lingers, heavy and delicate, waiting for you to break it or to cradle it in your hands.