She turned her back on the fireplace and walked away.

I picked up the silver frame.

The velvet backing was worn thin near the metal clasps.

I pressed my left thumb hard into my palm.

The anger flared hot and sudden in my chest.

I left the frame face down on the marble and walked straight to my small office.

I sat at my desk, opened my laptop, and typed my administrator password into the foundation’s accounting portal.

The screen loaded for three seconds.