Fueling the fire
My resolve became stronger the more as ease he appeared, reveling in his mother’s newfound luminosity. I couldn’t wait to remedy his error of thinking he was untouchable. I refused to give in to my rage; on the contrary, it made me more shrewd. Every naive grin he gave her just helped to fuel my fire. He was too preoccupied with his own ego to see the strategy that was developing in my head.
Fueling The Fire
Beyond the obvious
Simply walking away or reporting him would hardly make a dent. I had a far bigger goal in mind, one that would cause the comfort he had taken for granted to fall apart. Simply letting him deal with the repercussions wasn’t enough. To bear the pain his actions caused me, he needed to feel the ground move beneath his feet. As a result, my concentration became razor-sharp, signaling the start of an unprecedented plan.
Beyond The Obvious
