Richard, after drinking himself to stupor, returned home and met Sarah packing her suitcase.
Confused, he asked her, “What the hell are you doing?” He slurred, noticing her belongings neatly folded and stowed.
“What does it look like to you?” She retorted, focusing on packing her clothes.
“You’re not leaving me, are you?” Richard asked while looking drunk and arrogant.
Sarah sighed, looking tired. “I’m tired, Richard. I want to move on from this.”
His drunken stupor turned into anger, and he slammed his hand on the table. “You’re not going anywhere! He bellowed, his voice filled with rage.
Sarah, startled by the sudden outburst, continued packing, ignoring his temper. Richard, growing angrier, grabbed her suitcase and threw it on the floor.
Boom!
The loud noise was echoing through
