Broken glass crunched under my covered feet. The inside of the suite was far bigger than my own, the living room area alone larger than the entire baking area back home.
The remains of a chair lay in one corner, near a tipped-over table and broken lamp. Other small ceramic shards littered the floor, casualties of Teddy's rage.
"Get the f**k out, William."
Teddy sat in a chair set in the corner, hand over his eyes. His dress shirt was half open, his tie and jacket nowhere in sight. Bare feet stretched out over the carpeted floor, heels digging into the dark red shag. His other hand held a crystal glass, the dark brown liquid sloshing back and forth as he tilted the drink, dangerously close to spilling it on himself.
He looked...
Broken.
"I thought I told you—" He dropped his empty han
