The walls were trembling. Not literally but with the weight of Ethan's fury, they might as well have been. The blinds were half-drawn, casting angry stripes of sunlight across the floor. A paperweight shattered near the window. One of his chairs had already been kicked over.
And Ethan?
Ethan was pacing like a caged animal.
His fists clenched. His jaw locked. Every few seconds he ran a hand through his hair, muttering under his breath, "She played them she played everyone. Pregnant? Really? She probably made it up just to dodge prison time. And that judge just…just let her walk out?!"
The door creaked open, soft and cautious. Steph stepped in, closing it behind him with a gentle click. He didn't flinch at the broken glass on the floor or the scattered files.
He just crossed his arms. "You done?"
