Kieran

Returning home no longer held the same meaning as six years ago, when everything was new and promising at the beginning of their marriage. The atmosphere had soured over time, largely due to his influence. Each return brought with it a palpable tension, regardless of the time, and the mood in the mansion changed instantly with the presence of her husband and children. This time, she avoided the main entrance, choosing to brush his arm against the back fence instead of confronting Kieran directly at the start of the morning. However, this tactic proved useless when he stood before her, already dressed in an impeccable suit for work, his blond hair neatly combed, but his eyes heavy with fatigue.