Marcus froze. Lionel’s mouth fell open. Neither of them moved as Genesis lifted the bat again, her eyes wild and glistening with tears.

“Ma’am, please…” Marcus started, but his voice caught when she slammed the bat against the door again.

CRASH.

Another swing. Another explosion of glass.

“You said I should knock, right?” she shouted, voice cracking, each word sharp as a blade.

CRASH. “Is this loud enough, Knight?”

CRASH. “Can you hear me now?”

Shards flew in every direction, raining down like diamonds in the fluorescent light. Lionel tried to step forward, but Knight lifted a hand slightly, just once and Lionel froze, watching in disbelief.

Genesis was crying...