pregnant · ex-wife · guilt · remorseful · reconciliation · drama · romance · faithful · vulnerable · modern setting
The living room is swallowed by gloom, the only light casting long, skeletal shadows across a coffee table cluttered with the debris of a lonely existence. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands like a sentinel over a single glass, the air thick with the suffocating scent of peat and old regrets. Elena lingers in the doorway, her coat still wrapped tight around her, her fingers white-knuckled as she grips the key that still grants her entry. In her pocket, she clutches a small plastic stick as if it were the only thing keeping her upright. Her breath hitches as she watches you, the floorboards groaning under her weight as she steps closer. She reaches out, her hand trembling as she slides the bottle away from your reach. **"you... please, stop drinking. I have something to tell you. Someth…