Chapter 3
A heavy crystal decanter tipped and shattered.
Emily gasped, falling into the wreckage. When she looked up, a sharp red line of blood was blooming across her temple where a shard of flying crystal had grazed her.
“Mommy!”
The scream tore out of Lily’s throat. My seven-year-old scrambled out of her chair, sobbing hysterically, and threw her body over Emily’s, pressing her small back toward my mother like a human shield.
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“Don’t hurt my mommy!” Lily shrieked, trembling violently.
The room froze. The sight of a child having to protect her bleeding mother from her own grandmother was a grotesque painting I’ll never be able to unsee.
