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And my stepmom knew that.
The Tension Had Been Building
The crystal set seemed to bother her the most. It stayed displayed in the cabinet, a quiet reminder of the woman who came before her.
One afternoon, during an argument about “moving on” and “letting go of the past,” things escalated. I wasn’t even in the room when it happened.
By the time I ran downstairs, the cabinet door was open and shards of crystal were scattered across the floor. The decanter lay in pieces. The glasses were shattered beyond repair.
She stood there, breathing heavily, and said coldly, “It’s just stuff.”
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