**Ellis POV

I paced the hallway, resisting the urge to hit something. The control I showed in most situations was carefully built up over years.

There were times I worried about Ken and his potential impulse control. Then again his mother was so patient and gentle, except when truly riled, it could be her genetics that might win out.

I went to the door again, just to see if I could hear what was being said. The wood was too thick and all I could hear ...