"what do you expect me to do with this?" he held out the silver buckle in that half-accusatory, half-apologetic way that only someone with one foot out the door can authentically pull off.
"expect? i am done expecting things from you."
he wanted to throw it at her, then. just flick his wrist and let it fly, bounce it off that smug eyebrow.
"this is the one that belonged to your father." he managed to push the words out between clenched teeth. "the one that belonged to your father."
she started to cry, then. she'd turned away, but he could tell by her syncopated breathing. satisfied that he could still hurt her without really trying, he silently slid the buckle onto the dresser and walked out of the bedroom.
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