He slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the quiet space. Rage coursed through him as he surveyed the room. Papers were strewn across his desk, a chaotic reminder of everything weighing him down.
“Damn it!” Lucas shouted, grabbing a framed photo and hurling it against the wall. The glass shattered, raining down shards like his shattered heart.
He paced the room, the memories of Lily’s pain flooding his mind, each one slicing deeper than the last. “Why can’t I fix this?” he muttered, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “Why is this happening?”
He kicked the wastebasket, sending it careening across the floor. “I can’t watch her suffer! Not like this!”
He glanced at the door, the memories of Lily’s cries still echoing in his mind. The sight of her in pain was unbeara
