Keith did not immediately leave after stepping through the doors of Sarah's apartment. It clicked shut behind him with a sharp, metallic snap, sealing away the residence's stifling, violent atmosphere. Still, the cold sting of humiliation lingered on his skin like an open, festering wound.
He marched down the quiet, carpeted hallway with heavy, deliberate strides, riding the elevator down to the main lobby while his jaw remained clenched so tightly his back molars ached with a dull, throbbing pulse. Reaching the polished marble foyer, he brought both hands up to his hips, standing squarely in the center of the spacious room like a man trying to contain an explosion of blind, unyielding rage physically. He let out a series of harsh, frustrated snorts, his chest heaving beneath his tailored jacket as he stared blankly at his own twisted reflection in the surrounding mirrored pillars.
