It was only when the room became quiet did Christopher turn the knob and open the door.
He took a step inside. And stopped when he saw the destruction.
The bedroom was in complete shambles. And he didn’t think there was a single piece of furniture intact. How a tiny woman like her could overturn the dresser, he didn’t know.
For a moment, he stared silently at the remains of what used to be the nightstand.
Then he looked around and found her.
She sat on the corner of the bedroom, her face buried in her knees, gripping her head tight.
How strange.
He'd never seen her like this.
Even when they were children she rarely cried. Even when they stopped talking in middle school, she had always seemed formidable. Even when confronted by the hatred of everyone in East Private School,
