I hope I brought out the frozen beef for lunch. “Ma’am … “ I can’t imagine the extra hours I would have to put into our dinner had I not. “Sorry, excuse me ma’am…” Wait, what about the frozen vegetables? I worry, gently rubbing my fingertips against my forehead, smoothing the lines that are starting to form. Voices begin to resound around me, but I can't seem to find where it's coming from. With my hands over my ears, the sounds become muffled. But it’s not enough. I need it to stop. Can...

“You know what I fucking did to get back to you? “No.” Grace replies, her voice quiet. “You know what I fucking did— to get back to you? Sam shouts, using a crowbar to destroy the newly renovated kitchen. “You know how he fucking suffered?” Sam rages. “He fucking suffered because of YOU!” he says, pointing fingers at Grace. “And what have you done to my fucking house, my fucking kids, Grace?” In his rage, Sam continues to destroy the kitchen, and Grace's devastated eyes cannot seem to...