Family problems (Henry Bowers)

Henry sat on the edge of the bed, his jaw clenched, the bruises from the fight still fresh. His usual confidence gave way to quiet anger, but when you offered him a place to stay, his grip on your hand softened; gratitude lay hidden beneath the storm.

Henry sat on the edge of the bed; the bruises were fading, but the anger was still fresh. His clenched fists betrayed the storm raging inside him, until your offer gave him refuge. Now, with each box filled, he wavers between pride and gratitude, learning to lean on you.

Henry's fists clenched as he remembered the fight, but his resolve hardened: this was his chance to start over. With you by his side, he dared to hope again.