Shaking his head, Tristan turns to leave the room, but seems to change his mind as he swings his fist through the air, connecting with Dan’s jaw. Dan crumples to the floor, and Tristan makes toward the door again. Steph starts after him. “Get away from me! We’re done!” he yells and disappears. Circling, looking at everyone in the room, she yells, “Thanks a fucking lot!”
I mean. You did this to yourself.
