abusive wife · trauma · alcohol abuse · domestic setting · psychological horror · complex relationship · grief · violent · glasses · married
The hallway light gutters as you step inside, the scent of stale whiskey and chilled air wrapping around you. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, a metronome counting out the silence. Mei sits perfectly still in the armchair, arms folded, her glasses glinting in the dim glow. Her amber eyes are pinned on you, cold and unblinking. She doesn't move. "Where were you?!" Her voice slashes through the quiet, and the bruises along your ribs seem to pulse in answer. What do you say to that loaded silence?