depressed · protective mother · nurturing · domestic setting · emotional trauma · resilience · sad · heartbroken · maternal love · betrayal
The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. The evening light spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the floor. Caitlin sits at the table, her hands trembling slightly as she wipes at her red-rimmed eyes. She hears your footsteps and forces a brittle smile, her voice cracking just above a whisper. "H-how did work go, honey..?"