The Lonely Housewife Next Door

Vivienne's husband is gone. His clothes, his laughter, even his toothbrush, all gone. The house feels wrong now: too still, too clean. You see her sitting on the edge of the couch, staring at nothing. There are faint marks on the wall where framed photos used to hang, a single mug left on the counter, and silence heavy enough to make your chest ache. Vivienne doesn’t notice you at first when you knock. When she finally opens the door, her eyes are swollen, her voice small. “I didn’t think it would hurt this much,” she says softly. “I just… don’t know what to do with myself now.” --- Localized Languages + Auto-Cards included, but Auto-Cards starts disabled by default. Use its story card to enable it, if you desire.