C119 MAYBE THE KITCHEN COULD HELP.

Ethan sat heavily on the edge of the bed, his frustration boiling over as he ran his hands through his hair, tugging at it in anger. The tension from the argument with Brandon still lingered in the air, and he could feel the sting of Brandon’s harsh words echoing in his mind. The room was quiet, save for the faint hum of the air conditioner, but inside Ethan, a storm was raging.

His phone buzzed