"I fucking knew it!" Linda shouted as her fist slammed hard into the wooden table, knocking off documents, maps and she did not stop.
Again and again, she kept hitting the table like it was William himself standing in front of her, like if she just hit hard enough she could make him feel even a fraction of what she was feeling right now.
William was walking a path that would destroy everything they had built together, every sacrifice, every risk, every moment they had fought to survive, and there was nothing she could do to stop it, nothing she could say that would pull him back, and that truth hurt far more than any wound ever could, because this wasn't their fuckign plan.
