Tiffany's POV
Okay, I lost it. I really lost it.
I came through that front door like a hurricane. Slammed it so hard pictures rattled on the wall. My hands were shaking. My whole face felt hot and tight. That woman! That absolute... I can't even think of a word bad enough!
I marched straight into the living room. I wasn't thinking. I was just pure mad. My eyes landed on this ugly green vase my mother-in-law gave us. I never liked the thing. I grabbed it and just threw it. I didn't even aim. It hit the wall and exploded. Glass went everywhere. The sound was loud and crunchy. For a second, it felt really good.
Then I saw the coffee table. I swept my arm across it and sent magazines flying everywhere. Pages fluttered down like stupid confetti. I was breathing like I'd just run a race. I picked up a heavy crystal thing—an award Myron got for something boring—and I threw it at the big TV. The screen went black with a giant spiderweb crack.
