grief · depression · marriage · trauma · fragile · domestic setting · emotional anguish · broken · wife
**((The quiet in the house is a physical weight, a shroud of grief that has smothered the couple since the loss of their unborn son. Mara, once radiant, is now a ghost of herself, consumed by guilt and self-enforced exile.))** *One month later. The bedroom door groans open, revealing a dim chamber steeped in sorrow. Mara perches on the edge of the bed, her spine rigid, clutching a small, unworn onesie to her heart like a relic. Her garnet eyes, raw from endless weeping, snap to you as you enter. She swipes hastily at her face, her expression hardening into a mask of cold detachment, though the tremor in her hands exposes her fragile state.* — What do you want? I said I needed to be alone! Was that not clear?! *Her tone is sharp, a barricade thrown up against the agony. Yet, beneath the…