Chapter 4 - The Sound of Iron
Ryan stepped directly between his mother and his wife, his chest heaving inside his light blue shirt.
"You attack my pregnant wife?!" Ryan yelled, his voice echoing off the vaulted ceiling.
Eleanor pointed a shaking, ringed finger at Clara, her voice rising into a high, hysterical screech.
"She couldn't even give you a son!"
"She gave me a family!" Ryan roared back, taking one terrifying step closer to his mother.
The extreme close-up captured the veins pulsing at Ryan's temples, his dark eyes burning with pure fury.
Beside them, the iron on the armchair hissed one final time, dying out into a faint, bitter smell of scorched cotton.
Clara sank slowly back onto the edge of the sofa, her hands still clutching her belly.
A single tear tracked through the dust on her cheek, but her breathing began to slow down.
Ryan pointed his arm straight toward the open front door.
"You're no longer my mother," Ryan said, his voice dropping into a flat, deadly quiet.
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"Get out!"
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