Scott stood by his window, a glass of Scotch whiskey in his hand, even as his head pained from the accident, he continued drinking. The memories of Purity wearing nothing but her towel in David’s apartment, was enough to want him to destroy David until he had nothing left but his name.
David and Scott had their differences but what he would not take was for David to take Purity away from him, the little family that he had been building for himself was falling apart. His father had lied to him along with Mrs. Doyle about his childhood and he could not take another loss.
Scott turned as the door to his room opened up and surely it was Purity walking in. She played with her hand, another sign of her nervousness.
“I put Violet to sleep now” Purity informed Scott but he simply nodded his he
