Without a word, they started smashing everything inside.
Old clothes and all sorts of belongings I had stored in the cabinet were thrown everywhere.
My parents' memorial photos were tossed to the ground and shattered to pieces.
"What are you doing? Stop!"
Every item in here held memories for me. I rushed forward to stop them but was kicked aside.
"Smash everything, search every inch to find Megan's necklace!"
Crowley stood at the door, holding Megan, who was weeping. His face was dark with rage.
"No..."
The house I had grown up in quickly turned into a pile of rubble.
My parents' memorial photos were trampled underfoot. When I reached out to pick them up, someone stomped on my hand without mercy.
"You coached Avalynn to steal, didn't you? Do you even know that necklace is a keepsake Megan's grandmother left her? And that little thief dared to steal it! When I find her, I'll break her hand!"
The fury in Crowley's eyes told me that if Avalynn were still alive, he would really break her hand.
But Avalynn was already dead because of them.
And even now, they wouldn't let her rest. They still wanted to slander her.