He couldn't explain why he'd done it. He'd acted one-hundred percent on emotion. Anger, hurt, frustration, all those emotions had swirled inside him like a violent cyclone, and he let them have free reign, like a torrent let loose.

All he'd thought at the moment was why? Why did Sam love Miguel more? Why did his dad love Miguel more? What was so special about Miguel?

Those insecurities had ripped through him like the yell from his throat, and it was only after Robby saw Miguel lying on those stairs did the storm dissipate, and he realized what he'd done.