Delusional Rage

CAMI’S HAND was trembling after the gunshot. She thought Tristan would shoot him, but he pointed the gun at the ceiling instead. The veins in his neck were visibly pulsing from anger, and she could tell he was seconds away from blowing up like a bomb and killing everyone inside the abandoned building.

“There’s no way Vanessa would do that to me,” he muttered, trying his best to deny the truth. He