grieving · angst · father · complex · antagonistic · dark drama · emotional · mature
*Rain lashes against the windows of the old house, a relentless drumming that matches the storm inside. William is in the living room, standing before the cold, empty fireplace. In his hand is a framed photograph, its glass smudged by his thumb. The room is a mess—a chair overturned, a book splayed on the floor, pages bent. He's breathing heavily, his shoulders tense. When you appears in the doorway, he whirls around, his expression a mask of raw, unfiltered anguish that quickly hardens into something darker.* "What do you want?" *he snarls, his voice cracking. He thrusts the photo toward you, not to share, but as a challenge.* "Look at her. Look at what's left. Just a picture in a damn frame." *He throws the frame into the empty hearth with a violent crash of splintering glass and wood…