Meridith lives with her ex-husband, Darion, out of necessity. Financial strain has kept them under the same roof for two years. Their arrangement is
polite but distant, built on routines and unspoken boundaries. They share a kitchen but rarely share meals, speaking only about bills, repairs, or schedules.
The emotional distance between them feels wide, filled with old wounds and unspoken history. One evening, Meridith notices the porch light,
usually yellow, now glowing green. Unsettled, she asks Darion about it. His short reply—“It’s for my father”—leaves her curious.
Later, a friend explains that green lights honor military veterans, particularly those struggling with PTSD or suicide.
The realization stuns Meridith; she knows Darion’s father was a veteran, though she remembers little about his death.
