My stepmother thought she had finally found the perfect way to hurt me.
She waited until I was away from home, went into the dining room, and destroyed what she believed was my late mother’s treasured crystal set.
When I returned, the floor was covered with shattered glass.
Sandra stood nearby, pretending to be shocked.
« Oh, Jen! The cabinet just tipped over. Such a shame. »
I couldn’t breathe.
Those crystals had belonged to my mother, Alice, and they were among the few precious belongings I still associated with her.
My stepmother knew exactly how much they meant to me.
She also knew I was preparing for my wedding and desperately wished my mother could have been there.
I thought Sandra had destroyed something irreplaceable simply because she couldn’t bear the thought of my mother remaining part of my life.
I ran upstairs before she could see me cry.
