The hardest part of their argument was seeing the way that Malorie reacted to each hurtful thing he released. He watched her learn about him as if she was strapped in her very own time machine and saw it happen in fast forward. Her anxious tendencies came up when she tried to stop them once or twice. The volume of what they had to say only aiding her breakdown.
She tried placing her hands on William’s chest while he stood his ground, smoothing her palms against the hard plains of muscle there. Even she noticed just how tense he was, how deep that went. Her eyes widened at the sight, at how hurt he’s been his whole life.
William saw the moment she snapped. Her pupils shrunk at the sound of his father’s voice calling her out as some piece of garbage that was creating this false illusion.
