t in her chest. "You let her do this? You let

ig said, his voice laced with annoyance.

'papers' represent years of my life. The work that

my house. I am the man of thi

e tense silence. It wa

as truly hers. She had poured all her hopes for a real home, a real family, into this m

orial whisper. "You see? He' ll always choose me

"Especially now. He' s so wor

r. Her focus was

of my house,

ere to go," Craig snapped

rom her lips in a raw cry. "

nt!" he roared back. "Why is tha

ou think you' re so important, but without Craig, you' re nothing. He' s the

ct. The systems I designed are worth millions to this company. Craig

. "He' s tired of

room. Dessie was packing her awards and pho

go for now. You' re making

' re just pieces of paper. Is

e so proud of her achievements. He used to brag about her to anyone who would lis

aming fight. All the repressed anger, the h

she screamed,

face red with anger. "I' m

off the wall. The glass shattered. It was a pho