Built From The Ashes

. I was sitting at my small kitchen table, calmly sipping a cup

Open t

laced with a panic he was

offee before getting up. I unlo

his face pale. He pushed past me,

e baby?" he demanded, hi

eigning confusion. "What baby? Wh

ere supposed to be at the diner an hour ago. You a

shift I had only taken to cover for Jessica, who had called in "

aking another sip of coffee. "F

attered. Raw fury contorted his features. "Y

ng open the single closet, looking under my sm

king for?" I aske

ou know what I'm looking for! You always do what's right, what's

e trap he' d set for me before. He

the grave he' d left me in. "Maybe

y arms fro

d, his voice trembling.

alking about," I repeated.

gone wrong with his perfect plan. He saw no love in my eyes, n

ked my flimsy trash can, and storme

in my chest was absolute. He was panicking. Good. Let him pa