Pensieve

There is darkness. He told her to be careful of it. But she wasn't the one to listen to stray words spoken carelessly at dusk.
But when she entered she found darkness in the house. No electricity. No money either to pay. She found him with his drink in a dark corner.  The children were not home yet, and the gloom had already begun to set in. The gloom of approaching night. He was raving about how they had taken away everything from him, and there were hidden threats of abandonment. She wanted to wait for the darkness to ebb, but he didn't. He felt her presence strongly in the dark - "I am leaving, all of you. I am going away."
He left her, but she knew the hollowness of such threats. She proceeded to clean the house.