When I went upstairs to check, I saw an emerald bracelet, the only memento my mother had left me, smashed into pieces. The tiny shards of glass glittered on the floor, piercing my eyes with a deep pain.
I stumbled forward, picked up the fragments from the ground and carefully held them in my palm.
In these five years, I hadn't cried when my in-laws made things difficult for me. I could swallow my grievances even when Fiona treated me as a substitute for her brother, a tool to vent on. Even when Weston, the child I had grown attached to, smashed the cake in my face in front of so many people, my first reaction wasn't sadness.
Still, at this moment, my tears flowed uncontrollably.
This was the only thing left by the only person in this world who truly loved me.
After seeing my pain, the culprit, Weston, provoked me.
"How is it? Does it hurt when something important to you is destroyed? You caused me to lose my dad, so I'll destroy the most important thing to you."
I looked at his proud little face and for the first time, I snapped. I grabbed him and yelled.
"Weston, you've really gone too far! I want you to pick up every single piece and put them back together right now!"