Broken shards of what was once her mother-in-law's crystal vase reflected a tall woman with curly brown hair crying in shame. The heirloom had been left to her husband after his mother's death, and she had destroyed it.
She dropped to her knees and gathered the pieces, ignoring how her hands stung.
It had felt exhilarating--holding the vase above her head, feeling her insides jolt and prickle. Her eyes had grown wide when the vase shattered.
A pile took shape under her bloody fingers as her husband's car pulled into the garage.
"Good God!" he said, kneeling in front of his wife, "What did you do?!"
He smelled of mint, and his clothes were rumpled.
"How was your day, dear?"
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