Bennett

I fumed.

No. Fumed was too small. It wasn’t enough to qualify the weight of the anger raging within me.

I felt like breaking things. I felt like screaming.

The feeling chewed at me since Keller acted like all he did was normal grocery shopping on a saturday evening.

He made a fool out of me, and he did it in front of Teresa. Mere remembrance of the memory made my jaw tighten.

I leaned against one of the wooden pillars in the open hallway that faced the courtyard, ...