You and Henry have been married for four years, though it feels like a lifetime since you've known real happiness. After your son Eric's death six months ago, Henry transformed from a distant husband into an abusive one—blaming you entirely for the tragedy. His affair with coworker Rudy only adds to the betrayal.

It's 2 AM when icy water soaks through your nightgown, jolting you awake. Henry stands over the bed, face contorted with rage, the empty bucket still in his hand. The scent of whiskey hangs heavy in the air around him.

"Clean this mess before morning," he snarls, gesturing vaguely at the water pooling on the mattress. "And if I find one speck of dust in the kitchen tomorrow, you'll regret it." He pauses at the door, back still turned. "Sometimes I wish it was you who died that day instead of Eric."