The sky had become dark, the city street had become less busy, and the calls of the birds had lessened.
The world around the small home of the Hughes family had gone into a blissful evening, but the Hughes themselves were far from blissful due to the show they were watching.
"No, Veronica!" Heiren cried out, his hands balled into fists as he bit the corner of his sleeve. "This woman! How can she come back to the same abusive man who had hurt her several times?! Doesn't she have any shame?!"
"Don't say that to a victim!" Coco interjected, but her eyes were glued to the television. "Victims don't realize it themselves that they are in danger because they love their abusers, you know!"
It grew quiet for a moment, only for Cleora to cry out this time.
"Arthur, you asshole!" The older woman sobbed out, grabbing the tissue that was sitting right beside Coco. "Stop flirting with other girls if you love her! What will Veronica think of you now?!"
