But, wasn't it just a brief appearance on Twitter? Didn't I delete it immediately? Why would he still come?
Steve Harris's heart already felt as if it was being pressed down by a stone, suffocating him. This should have been enough, but who knew Sir Harris would show up too.
From initial panic, by the end, Steve Harris's eyes were filled with despair, relenting to the inevitable that everyone had already arrived, and there was nothing he could do to prevent anything.
"Look at you now, do you think you're a homeless man on the street? I am truly ashamed to have a son like you!"
The words were harsh, but they weren't new to Bronte; it wasn't the first time he had heard them. These were secrets no one knew.
Bronte even wondered if one day it would be because he knew too much that Boss couldn't keep him by his side anymore.