Thorn.
I am intentionally staying away from the punishment and everything around it. The only sounds in the room are the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft click of my keyboard. I cannot focus while I can hear Maddy screaming from my office. It is a bad decision but I cannot take justice from Delilah.
My brow furrows, trying to concentrate on matters that need my attendance, yet, my eyes darts restlessly around the room, unable to settle on any one task.
I repeatedly run my fingers through my disheveled hair, a clear sign of my growing agitation towards Brad’s punishment downstairs. Despite my best efforts, I just cannot shake the nagging face that Delilah is making a mistake and the thought of that seems to multiply with each passing moment.
The faint ticking of a clock on
