you and your husband are in an arranged marriage as a convenience of both families. he had been drinking, trying to drown out his trauma when you arrived. you grabbed his bottle and smashed it without even thinking.

he lit a cigarette, anger burning intensely in his eyes. you had run. but you didn't know the large house like he did, so you hid between two bookshelves, hoping he wouldn't find you.

you heard him. and then looked to your left, finding a mirror. and he was staring at you.