Chapter 2 - The Aftermath Of The Violent Living Room Shove
The heavy silence in the sunlit suburban living room was thick enough to cut with a knife.
Cardboard moving boxes surrounded the terracotta tile floor like silent witnesses to the domestic explosion.
Alyssa lay crumpled against the scattered family photographs, her emerald green blouse stained with dust and her face twisted in rage.
She clutched her aching hip where she had collided with the floor after Caleb’s sudden, protective intervention.
Margaret pressed her face tightly into Caleb’s light blue denim shirt, her whole body shaking with uncontrolled exhaustion and grief.
“I’m here, Mom,” Caleb whispered again, his athletic frame shielding her completely from Alyssa’s venomous glare.
His short dark hair caught the sunlight filtering through the window, right beside the small American flag sitting proudly on the console table.
Alyssa let out a sharp, hysterical laugh, pushing herself up onto her elbows with an expression of pure, unadulterated contempt.
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“You’re really taking her side over your own wife, Caleb? After everything I’ve sacrificed for this stagnant family?” Alyssa shrieked.
Caleb turned his head slowly, locking his eyes onto his wife with a cold, unyielding fury that made her breath hitch.
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