chapter 58

Katya I go back to picking up the glass. I can’t believe how much there is as I dump it in some paper towels, wrap them up, and carefully toss them in the bin. Marge unravels the towel, and I let out a heavy breath of relief once I see it has already healed. I would feel like an absolute piece of shit if it hadn’t. Not that I’m feeling like I stand at the top of the world now, anyway. Although I didn’t mean it, the damage is done, and I have to accept whatever consequences there might be. I am about to try to approach her and apologize again, but the plan fails the moment I hear Marabella cry out. A silent cuss leaves my lips as I turn to the door, ready to head upstairs to calm my daughter. However, I don’t get far as Marge rushes past me. “I will check on them,” she blurts out, sounding like she is about to have a panic attack or something of a sort. I look at her with nothing but suspicion as I try to leave the kitchen, but she blocks the door and quickly slips out. “No, sit down. I