#c:tyler4

[marya-whoisleft]

in my house // tarya

“Where did I put those dresses?” Marya asked to no one but herself as she searched the darkened room for the clothes she had just seen a few hours ago. Every moment she came up empty, she felt her nerves fray just a little bit more. Being given the chance to host this auction was an honor Marya did not take lightly, which meant she had been stressed about it for weeks. That morning especially had seen a litany of last-minute issues that had almost done her in. On top of needing to assure Tyler who kept insisting the tension was not good for the baby.

She tore through a few more drawers, about ready to let a few words slip out that did not become a lady like her. But finally her hand felt a familiar piece of fabric and her curses turned into a sigh of relief.

Closing her office door behind her, she took a moment to compose herself before heading back to the ballroom. This part of the house had been shut off for the event and the quiet hallways muffled the gentle music and polite chatter of the guests. Or at least, it should. But down the hall she heard something. The sound of voices -- no, shouting. Followed by a thud that made her jump.

She took a few frantic steps towards the sound, but the low flickering candlelight did not inspire confidence in her. Slowing, she contemplated running for help. But a decision still hadn’t been reached by the time she rounded a corner and saw her husband in a fit with someone she didn’t know in tow.

The chatter from the event had become completely drowned out by the pounding in her ears. Now frozen in the middle of the hall like a misplaced statue, she waited as there was more stomping, a few more door slams, and finally Tyler coming back and catching her eye.

So much of him still looked familiar. He was still in the suit she had asked him to wear that night, handsome as ever. He still had his normal presence, one that never grabbed attention but commanded his space, a comforting constant she usually searched for in a crowded room.

But the look on his face was one she had never seen before. There was a hardness that stiffened his features, made him almost unrecognizable. She held her breath waiting for it to melt away to the softness she knew from him. “Tyler?” she asked, voice shaking like she half expected the person in front of her to confirm it wasn’t actually him. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

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