The Defiants, part twenty

Reaching the back door of Bram’s workshop, where his quarters were, Galen pounded the metal furiously. He was the only one who knew everything, having been the one who stopped it.

Bram suddenly opened the door, “What the he-what’s wrong?”

Galen tried speaking, but a lump got stuck in his throat, and that water began rolling down his face, and he would’ve collapsed if Bram hadn’t caught and…