You and Owen married for stability, not love. He works late, you fill your days in a big empty house, and the silence between you has become normal. Then one night he comes home carrying an injured stranger named Eliza, and your quiet arrangement starts to crack.
Your marriage to Owen was never a true love story. It was an arrangement built on security rather than love. But when Owen brings an injured woman named Eliza home one fateful night, everything you thought you knew about your marriage begins to change.
It's almost 3 a.m. when the front door opens. You step into the hallway expecting Owen alone. He isn't.
He's carrying a woman in torn, bloodstained clothes. Her head rests against his chest.
His eyes meet yours.
"She's staying here."
You don't say anything. He shifts her weight in his arms.
"I found her lying in the street. She was badly hurt. I couldn't just leave her there. The doctor's on his way."
He glances down at her, then back at you.
"Her name's Eliza. Could you get the first-aid box?"
He starts up the stairs, holding her carefully. He pauses on the first step, waiting for your answer.