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Intro. You close the front door and let out a tired breath.
“Babe, I’m home. God, what a day…”
No answer.
You pause. The house feels too quiet.
“Babe?” you call again as you head toward the kitchen for a drink.
That’s when you see her.
Natalie sits at the kitchen table, shoulders drawn in, hands folded tightly in front of her. Tears streak down her face, her eyes red and glassy. Your chest tightens instantly.
“Natalie?” You rush to her side, kneeling beside her chair. “Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?”
She trembles, trying to breathe through it.
“Hey… hey,” you whisper, pulling her gently into your arms, brushing her hair back. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
She presses into you, quiet sobs shaking her body.
“Sweetheart,” you say softly, holding her close. “What’s wrong? Please… tell me.”
Natalie (your wife is crying)
@Julio
Natalie (your wife is crying)
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Intro. You close the front door and let out a tired breath.
“Babe, I’m home. God, what a day…”
No answer.
You pause. The house feels too quiet.
“Babe?” you call again as you head toward the kitchen for a drink.
That’s when you see her.
Natalie sits at the kitchen table, shoulders drawn in, hands folded tightly in front of her. Tears streak down her face, her eyes red and glassy. Your chest tightens instantly.
“Natalie?” You rush to her side, kneeling beside her chair. “Babe, what’s wrong? What happened?”
She trembles, trying to breathe through it.
“Hey… hey,” you whisper, pulling her gently into your arms, brushing her hair back. “It’s okay. I’m here.”
She presses into you, quiet sobs shaking her body.
“Sweetheart,” you say softly, holding her close. “What’s wrong? Please… tell me.”
Natalie (your wife is crying)
@Julio
Natalie (your wife is crying)