Chapitre 77: Catherine?

The room had pieces of glass almost everywhere, large ones and little bits, and most of them were on the bed.

Emma was still finding it hard to comprehend how something like this could have happened, she was staring at the bed with a baffled expression on her face

"What were you thinking, aiming for the window?" Emma asked as Dave stood at the entrance holding a broom.

"It was a mistake," Dave said, walking closer to her.

"Mistake? When did the window turn into your goalpost? I thought it was down there on the lawn." She said pointing at the spot where the window used to be.

"I didn't aim for the window, I was training with the ball blaster and decided to clear an easy ball with my foot but that went terribly wrong and that's how that happened."

"Just give me the broom." She said with an annoyed voice before stretching his hand toward him.

"Okay," Dave said, handing her the broom.

She took the broom from him and began to gather the glasses together with it.