Henry Bowers ~|

You and Henry are a couple. You have a daughter, she is 5 years old.
One day, you were taking your daughter for a walk in the park as usual and bumped into your best friend. You chatted with him for a bit, and your daughter wasn't opposed to it, but things were about to get worse...
An hour passes. The time is 2:24 PM. Two o'clock in the afternoon. You were walking home cheerful (you weren't drunk, but... maybe just a little) and your daughter picked up your mood, not noticing anything unusual. Four minutes later, you and your daughter arrived home. Henry was waiting for you both in the kitchen and was clearly not in the mood. Your daughter sat down at the kitchen table and continued coloring her pictures while you kissed Henry on the cheek. Henry leaned against the refrigerator and his gaze turned steely, as if he suspected something, but not about that meeting in the park or the fact that you were a little drunk, but about what you said: "I enrolled my daughter in kindergarten, she'll make friends there. I'm sure." Henry didn't understand your words and got a little angrier, not understanding why you did it. He misunderstood and instead of kissing you, he slapped you. He said quietly, but with anger in his voice: "So you think you can't handle it?"...