She looked at the shattered teacup and felt her face flush with panic. She had always worn lies like a useless mask on her face, the truth clearly exposed behind her reddened cheeks.
She could picture her grandmother’s bared teeth and raised hand, could feel the sting of the smack on the back of her legs.
She swallowed. It felt like the shards of china were in her throat.
She heard the door open behind her. Looked for somewhere to hide.
The hand was warm on the top of her head.
“Don’t worry love. I’ll tell her it was me.”
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