Thomas stormed into the house, his nostrils flaring.
“You fucking son of a… Do you know how worried I was!? Five months! Five months without a single word to me! You fucking bastard! You couldn’t send a message?”
He scoffed and threw his hands in the air. I was worried that he would tackle Soren down the next moment. He only got a couple steps closer to Soren, fists clenched, but he didn’t swing. As he was just about to start ranting again, he finally noticed me.
“Oh, Mila, you’re here! I apologize. Please forgive my language.”
“Thomas, we…” I was about to explain the situation, but Thomas didn’t let me.
“Mila, let me finish. Soren was a total jackass for not reaching out to me! Had I not happened to come through Marno and heard people mention Dr. Heather Way… I never would have figured out where you two were.”
Soren folded his arms and let Thomas vent. He didn’t look offended or upset at all, instead, there was a slight amusement on Soren’s face.
