#Chapter 182: The Lingering Sting Of Betrayal

“I mean, agreed. But that doesn’t exactly explain… this.” I wave around at the massive mess Beau has made of Wyatt’s room. “Doesn’t it?” Beau lifts a brow at me. “We’re renovating anyway. It makes little difference what happens to his stuff.” “It’s just such a waste.” Though as I say it, I realize the concept is probably lost on someone like Beau. A guy who can have anything he wants at any time wouldn’t understand the concept of waste. Why not just buy another? That is more his speed. “The man isn’t his stuff.” “Perhaps not, but it is gratifying all the same.” Beau looks around the room. There isn’t much left that hasn’t been destroyed, but he still grabs a framed photo off a shelf. He lifts it up to smash it. I see it in that moment, and realize it’s a photo of Wyatt and his father, Isaac, my step-father, from a time before Mom and I came around. Something stirs inside of me. Compassion maybe, or care for my step-father. Or at least for my mom who loves him so much. I don’t real