In his dimly lit apartment, James sat on the couch, a bottle of whiskey in hand. Tears streamed down his face as he whispered to the empty room, thinking of his late beloved wife who passed away after a car accident, "I miss you so much... Why did you have to leave me?"

With a sudden surge of anguish, he hurled the bottle, shattering the silence. "Sorry, sorry," he mumbled, noticing his own progeny in the doorway, eyes wide with shock. Rushing to them, he embraced them tightly, "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm so sorry."