บท 429: Chapter 429: Vindictiveness

Oh, and not just the foyer, with all my paperwork scattered around the floor, the carpet pulled up and bunched into a corner, the sitting room furniture tipped over, some of the upholstery torn away and a lamp on its side, the old ceramic shattered. No, as I moved into the disaster of my front entry, I caught a glimpse into the dining room, of the wedding decorations shredded, the side table tipped over, the red strip I was to use as my walk down the aisle torn and discarded like trash.

No one said a word as we toured the house together, the kitchen the only place that garnered a response, from Mom, her cooking tools spread out over the floor, the fridge door left wide open, food spilling out onto the tile, her aprons ground underfoot with old coffee grinds, from the looks of things, dug out of the garbage worked into the fabric by clearly defined shoe imprints.

Mom gurgled. That was all. It was enough.