The days blurred into one another like rain sliding down a dirty glass window.
Every morning began with a fight.
Every night ended in a silence that cut deeper than screaming ever could.
Vivian no longer remembered what peace sounded like.
Victor no longer cared.
The big mansion they shared felt more like a cage than a home.
Each room had absorbed their arguments.
Each wall had become familiar with their disappointment.
Today, however, was different.
Today felt like an explosion waiting for the smallest spark.
Vivian stood in the bedroom folding clothes …clothes that once lived in a mansion-sized wardrobe, clothes that once smelled of luxury and expensive perfume.
Now they smelled like detergent and hopelessness.
Her fingers were trembling.
Victor leaned against the doorway, a
