Anger and frustration
He looked up at me, a mix of anger and frustration on his face. His eyes were red, and his expression twisted with a cocktail of emotions.
He wanted to lash out, to defend himself, but the weight of the truth kept him pinned. “Monica,” he started, but the words faltered.
There was nothing he could say to undo what had been done, and he knew it. The reality of his situation was inescapable.