“What is going on?” Astrid's voice came from behind me.
Ignoring her, I continued looking through the box Infront of me. “How is this f*****g possible?” I yelled. I threw the papers in my hand on the floor and stomped on them—venting my anger and frustration.
“Talk to me, baby. What happened?” Astrid asked, her voice soothing. She placed her hands on my shoulder, giving it a light massage, but it didn't help a bit.
It was all gone.
I shrugged her hands off, turning to her with suspicion. “Where’s the copy of my marraige and divorce certificate with Amber? What did you do with it?”
Fear flashed through her eyes and she stumbled backwards. “You’re scaring me, Clint. And how would I know? I've never touched your boxes.” As if realizing something, anger replaced the fear in her eyes.
