Margaret's pov;The night dragged on slowly, with Caroline and I anxiously waiting for my husband, Richard to return. Sleep eventually overtook us, but it was uneasy and our minds clouded with worry.Just as dawn broke, a loud bang echoed through the house, jolting us awake. The pounding continued, heavy and urgent, rattling the front door. I sat up, startled, while Caroline, still half-asleep, blinked in confusion, her heartbeat rising.“Who’s there?” she called out, her voice shaky. No reply came.The banging grew louder.With hesitation and fear in her chest, Caroline slowly approached the door and unlatched it. The door swung open and there he was.Richard.Drunk. Disheveled. Barely able to stand.He collapsed straight into Caroline’s arms, reeking of alcohol. Before she could even react, he vomited on her dress. Caroline gasped, trying not to scream, struggling to hold him up as I rushed to the doorway.“Richard!” I exclaimed in shock. “What is wrong with you? Where have you been
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