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The package arrived as Liam was attempting to unclog the kitchen sink. The water, stagnant and dirty, reflected his own internal state. "Mr. Charles Worthington," the label proclaimed. Liam's jaw tightened. Another chore. Another reminder that everything was a struggle.

He kicked the box out of the way, the action fueled by a sudden, intense irritability. He went back to wrestling with the drain, the persistent gurgle of trapped water a constant torment. His hands were slick and the smell of the drain cleaner filled the small room.

He finally conceded defeat. He’d deal with it in the morning. He just wanted to stop.