I Smashed Her Toy Wall

Summary

I finally pulled the rare chase figure from the blind box series—a one-in-a-hundred grail statue I’d been hunting for months. Electric with excitement, I set it carefully on Craig’s office desk, right beside her laptop.

She barely glanced up from her screen. With a flick of her wrist, she swept the box straight into the trash can.

"You're twenty-six, Seth," she said, her voice flat, devoid of warmth. "Isn't playing with toys getting a bit pathetic?"

I swallowed the lump in my throat, retrieved the box from the trash, and listed it on a local secondary marketplace app.