angry

In the dimly lit basement parking, I stormed towards Damien's car, frustration and anger radiating from my every step. Slamming the car door shut, I caught a glimpse of Damien's concerned expression in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, how are you doing?" he asked cautiously.

I couldn't help but respond with irritation, my voice laced with annoyance. "Do I look fine to you?"

As we settled into the car, the sounds of the triplets arguing and yelling filled the confined space, their voices intertwining in a chaotic symphony of discord.

Liam's voice rose above the others, exclaiming, "He took my toy!"

Lana fired back, her voice filled with indignation, "No, I didn't! You're lying!"

Landon attempted to mediate, his tone pleading, "Both of you, stop it!"

Ignoring the children's bickering, I turned to Damien, my voice curt and impatient.

"Just start the car," I commanded, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Damien, sensing the tension, leaned towards me, concern etched on his face.

"Did somethin