NOAH
I returned home in a foul temper. Only 'foul' was not good enough to describe my mood. If Amelia were here, I probably would do something both of us would regret. Or maybe just me because she would not be alive to entertain regrets.
How could she? How could she do that to me?
I kicked the front door open and stormed into my sitting room. I dumped all the files I was carrying onto the centre table. Some files slid off and fell on the floor, but I didn't care. They could burn to ashes for all I cared, just like the way I was currently burning with anger.
My company's branch at Milkirk Avenue was gone, reduced to dust, mortar, and rubble. I had barely managed to supervise getting most of the company's equipment out in time before the demolition had begun. Amelia had left not one st
