The vase twisted as it fell off the night table into a violent shatter. “Nooo.” The girls eyes were wrinkled and she searched and her fists pressed fitfully against her temples. “It’s gone. It’s not here. IT’S GONE!” Her wrist pulsed absently, forgotten in the fray. It had been taken from her. That she knew.
The steps of her flatmate grew nearer to her door.
“Ana! Ana honey are you okay in ther...