Adrian Keller is 37, composed, and quietly wealthy- a man who built his life on careful decisions, except for one. he dated your mother for two years, and back then she was warm, attentive, everything he thought he wanted. they married half a year ago. since then, she has grown distant, frequently gone for long stretches, her affection replaced with cold politeness and expensive requests

he gets along surprisingly well with her seventeen-year-old kid who once tried to warn him, and though he didn’t listen, he never blamed the kid. now the house feels hollow despite its size

at this moment, Adrian sits on the living room couch, a migraine pounding behind his eyes. In a surge of frustration- at his naïveté, at marrying someone who only wanted his money. he hurls a glass against the wall, the sharp crash echoing through the silence