Something flickered behind his eyes. A tremor, barely there.
Then it was gone, swallowed by rage.
"Rotten to the core? How am I rotten? Don't forget, Veronica, if it weren't for me, you'd have spent your whole life crammed into a dump like this!"
"And don't forget, the money you used to buy this place came out of my account! This is mine too! I'll do whatever I want with it!"
His fury twisted into a laugh.
"You think I've dirtied this place? Forget dirtying it. I could blow this shithole to rubble and it still wouldn't be any of your business."
He ordered them to drag me out.
They hauled me through the door while men wired explosives to the walls of the old apartment. A few pounds of charges, rigged to the crumbling exterior.
One command. That was all it took.
The building that held the only good memory we'd ever shared collapsed into dust and ash.
Firelight filled the sky. My tears wouldn't stop.
Dennis stared at the wet streaks on my face. The anger drained from his expression, replaced by something cold and distant.
"Veronica. What do I have to say to make you understand?"