Warning: 1) alcoholic
2) mental disorder.
Dhruv opened the front door and walked inside. All the lights were off except for a light that was on someplace at the top of the stairs. There was an awkward silence throughout the house. The blinds were down and that made the room darker. The windows were shut, and the air was stuffy. Through the open door of the kitchen, he could make out the outline of the morning coffee cup on the table. He hung his jacket on the banister and went into the kitchen. In the kitchen, the dirty dishes were piled up in the sink and they were stinking, and immediately, Dhruv's stomach sank, heart picked up speed.
"Shreya?" It was airless there.
"Babe?" Dhruv reached out, hesitated, and then closed his fingers about the door handle of their bedroom. Taking a de
