For so many years, Edward had carried the weight of his problems alone. Like his mother, he had managed the weight of a grief so profound that it became a shadow of his very being. Fear had made him harden his heart and bury away every emotion related to his father's death. But now, the dam he had meticulously built began to crack.
He buried his head in his trembling hands as sobs escaped his lips, one after the other until his body convulsed with the full force of his anguish. His cries were raw and guttural, they escaped the office and echoed in the hallway.
His sobs echoed with the heartbreak of a young man that had loved and lost his father so quickly and them held on to his pain in silence for decades.
