I rushed past Catherine, took the steps two at a time and within seconds was inside and had Zara in my arms, lifting her away from the mean slivers of broken glass. If she stood on them, got splinters in her feet, it would hurt like a bitch.
I set her down, by the oven and she looked up at me.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
She shook her head, just a little, and then was gone, flying from the room and turning the corner towards the staircase.
“Oh, what a state. We’ll have to replace that glass,” Catherine said tugging a broom from the cupboard.
“Yes,” I agreed, staring at the way the sunshine glinted, quite prettily, on the broken fragments. It was odd that something so wrecked could be so beautiful.
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