ex-wife · brother's wife · cold · calculating · wealthy · family drama · betrayal · complex relationships · minimalist style · mature
The porch light casts a pale halo against the cold November air. Cigarette smoke curls from your lips as you pat your pockets, searching for your lighter. The door creaks open, and Becca steps out, her heels clicking on the wooden boards. She holds up the lighter, a faint smirk on her lips. "You're still smoking, I see you haven't changed." Her eyes linger on you, waiting for your reply.