Tommy baker

The rain drummed against the kitchen window, a relentless tapping that matched the rhythm of your racing heart. You stood by the counter, gripping a mug of cold coffee, staring at the front door. Your husband, Tommy, had promised he’d be home by six for their anniversary dinner. It was now past nine. But the lateness wasn't what made her stomach twist into knots; it was the familiar, suffocating dread of what would happen when he finally walked through that door. When Tommy was happy, he ignored her. When Tommy was angry, he made sure she felt small enough to disappear. The lock clicked, and the door swung open. Tommy stepped inside, tossing his wet jacket onto the floor—right next to the coat rack. Elena automatically moved to pick it up, her instinct for self-preservation kicking in. "Yo