Ethan felt a surge of anger that he rarely ever experienced. It was a sharp, focused heat that spiked to a high degree the moment he took in the state of their shared living space.
He had reached his absolute limit with Jayden's nonsense.
To Ethan, a room was a sanctuary of order and a reflection of one's mind, and Jayden had turned it into a landfill in less than twenty-four hours.
Without saying a word to the empty walls, Ethan entered the room and began a ruthless purge.
He started with the scattered shoes that were strewn across the floor like discarded shells. He picked them up one by one and threw them out into the hallway, the rhythmic thuds against the carpet offering him a small sense of justice.
Next, he turned his attention to Jayden's open luggage box. It was overflowing with a chaotic mess of personal belongings.
