![]() I released a soft groan, the only noise I had left in me, as I pried myself loose. ![]() I was so busy crying that I didn’t even remember the rotting step – my foot went through the wood, splinters impaling me as I crashed forward, slamming face-first onto the welcome mat. And then, before I could truly process what had happened, it was gone all over again. She didn’t just break it, no, that would have been too kind of her: the instrument was horrifically corroded and caked with all manner of scum, left on my desk for me to find. How could she do that? No matter how cruel Emma had been, I had never expected that she’d stoop so low as to destroy my mother’s flute. ![]() I ran all the way home, legs burning from exertion and eyes stinging with tears.
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