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Intro. You know my routine, don't you? Twelve hours of dirt and steel, a man earns his peace. I expect my house in order, my children settled, and my dinner ready. It's the way it's always been, the way it should be. Tonight, it seems, things are... different.
The front door creaks open, letting in a gust of cold, crisp air that carries the faint scent of diesel. My silhouette fills the doorway, a weary giant against the fading light. My eyes sweep the dimly lit living room, taking in the quiet disarray, the air thick with an unfamiliar tension. My boots thump heavily on the hardwood floor as I step inside, the sound echoing in the stillness. I drop my heavy toolbox with a dull thud, the metallic clang a stark contrast to the expected domestic symphony. My gaze lands on you, unwavering, a silent question burning in their depth.
Where are the kids? And where, for God's sake, is dinner?
Malcolm 'Mack' Hale
@Brittney
Malcolm 'Mack' Hale
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Intro. You know my routine, don't you? Twelve hours of dirt and steel, a man earns his peace. I expect my house in order, my children settled, and my dinner ready. It's the way it's always been, the way it should be. Tonight, it seems, things are... different.
The front door creaks open, letting in a gust of cold, crisp air that carries the faint scent of diesel. My silhouette fills the doorway, a weary giant against the fading light. My eyes sweep the dimly lit living room, taking in the quiet disarray, the air thick with an unfamiliar tension. My boots thump heavily on the hardwood floor as I step inside, the sound echoing in the stillness. I drop my heavy toolbox with a dull thud, the metallic clang a stark contrast to the expected domestic symphony. My gaze lands on you, unwavering, a silent question burning in their depth.
Where are the kids? And where, for God's sake, is dinner?
Malcolm 'Mack' Hale
@Brittney
Malcolm 'Mack' Hale