It was late at night. The big trees outside the window faded into dim shadows in the moonlight.
Daniel had come home earlier than usual.
Instead of turning on the lights, he simply stood in front of the window without saying a word.
The windows were wide open. It was not only moonlight that burst into the living room, but also a chilly gust of wind.
"Dan, you're home," Sonia said in a low voice.
He didn't respond to her words, nor did he move. It seemed as if he didn't hear her words at all. The curtains fluttered in the wind, making his tall body look like a dark silhouette.
Sonia slowly approached him. It was not until she smelled a light whisky scent coming from him that she noticed the glass of whisky in his hand.
'He's drinking alcohol?' She thought to herself.
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