Anna
I yelled, my voice echoing louder than I intended in the confined space of the hallway.
My face burned with anger, heat rushing up my neck and settling in my cheeks, my hands clenched tightly at my sides as I struggled to control the urge to do something reckless, like shaking some sense into him or, worse, actually hitting him. I had never wanted to punch someone more than I did at that moment, and the fact that it was him only made it more frustrating.
“I am sorry, I forgot… and he was little. I thought he wouldn’t even remember it,” he said, his voice edged with frustration.
“Of course he would remember,” I snapped immediately. “How could he not, when it became his last memory of them? But you wouldn’t understand that.”
The words left my mouth sharper than I intended, but I di
