And every single piece of the broken mirror. The split corner of the frame. The chipped rose. The glass, scattered in its circle.
Ezoic
My hands were shaking so badly that half the photos came out blurry. I took them again.
Then I called my lawyer.
Claire picked up on the second ring.
“Nicole?”
“He destroyed the house.”
“What do you mean?”
“Holes in the walls. Faucets left running. Every faucet. Upstairs and down.” My voice cracked. “The mirror is smashed.”
There was a short pause on the line. Then her tone changed immediately. Claire has two voices. The warm one she uses when she’s asking how you’re sleeping. And the sharp one she uses when she’s about to go to war. This was the sharp one.
Ezoic
“Do not clean anything yet. Take photographs.”
“I already did.”
“Video too. Walk through the whole house with your phone. Narrate it. Say the date and time out loud.”
