The boy dropped to the floor on cue, threw his head back, and wailed at the top of his lungs.
"Daddy! She hit me!"
Tony strode over and shoved me hard in the shoulder.
I lost my footing and slammed into the hallway wall. A dull ache bloomed across my back.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Tony jabbed a finger in my face.
"It's a piece of junk! It broke, so what? You're really going to pick a fight with a child over that?"
I braced myself against the wall and steadied my feet, my eyes fixed on the shattered rocking horse on the floor.
"You carved that for me with your own hands five years ago."
Tony let out a cold laugh, his gaze dripping with contempt.
"Five years ago my brain was scrambled. I could've carved a piece of garbage and you would've treated it like a treasure."
He bent down, scooped the boy into his arms, and patted his back to soothe him.
Faith walked over, pulled a hundred-dollar bill from her purse, and held it out to me.
"Flora, kids don't know any better. Here, take this and go buy yourself a new one."
I didn't take the money. My eyes stayed locked on Tony.
"Do you really have to destroy everything that's mine?"