Cigarette butt tossed on the floor, trainer soles pushing down lightly for good measure. Itâs early morning and Kathys already exhausted, her body aching from work. She stares up at the familiar flickering light above the front door before slapping on a fake smile, pushing the door open quietly. ââ kids? ââ she calls into the near darkness, peeling off her overcoat. Itâs oddly quiet, somethings wrong, somethings different, she can feel it. ââ Danny? Caleb? ââ no response. ââ Pops? Teddy? Mila? ââ She walks to the room that houses her children, pushing the door open. Theyâre sleeping, all of them. She notes the fresh bruise on Poppyâs forhead and the tear stain down Dannyâs cheeks. It causes a familiar ache in her chest. They deserve so much better, so much better than what sheâs able to give them. She wishes she was braver, stronger, independent. She wishes she wasnât so damn scared. she canât help but watch them for a moment, wondering what theyâre dreaming about, praying that whatever world they enter in sleep is some form of escape, some sort of peace for them. She locks the door on her way out for good measure, putting the key in her pocket. He wonât be able to get to them when theyâre at their most vulnerable that way.
Silently the mother makes her way to the kitchen, wondering if they have any coffee left from the small shop they did a few weeks ago. Itâs unlikely, but thereâs no harm in looking. When she enters the space, she half expects to see her husband slouched over the wooden table, but instead sheâs greeted by a sight that makes her heart leap for a moment. ââ Joshua! You - youâre home . ââ she can feel the tears coming already, and itâs difficult to fight back the urge to pull him into her arms and never let him ago. ââ I cant believe youâre home! ââ
   Josh didnât know where else to go, so heâd been hanging around the house. Which was awkward because it didnât seem like Danny wanted him to be there. But where else was he supposed to go? It had only been a day since heâd been back, so maybe his younger brother would be okay after a while. It was shocking, he realized, for him to have just come home after being gone so long. He really did hope that Danny would be okay with him being back. He wasnât planning to go anywhere now or anytime soon. And he hoped that he could prove that by being there. He hadnât even seen his mom yet, but Josh knew that she was probably busy with work and that eventually, if he hung around long enough, heâd see her. And apparently it wouldnât take very long, Josh heard the door open and his momâs voice calling out for the others. When she entered the kitchen, he smiled at her. Home. Well this wasnât really home. Not with their dad. âYup, Iâm home,â Josh replied. âHi, mom,â he said, standing up from the table and going over to hug her. âI missed you.âÂ