Thomas stormed into the house, his nostrils flaring.

“You fucking son of a… Do you know how worried I was!? Five months! Five months without a single word to me! You fucking bastard! You couldn’t send a message?”

He scoffed and threw his hands in the air. I was worried that he would tackle Soren down the next moment. He only got a couple steps closer to Soren, fists clenched, but he didn’t swing. As he was just about to ...