Emily stood right in front of the counter. Her hands shaking feverishly, stained with blood, unable to move because of the sight before her.
Shattered glass.
Emily had tried to grab a glass jug when her eyes caught an image.
A picture of a girl and it was definitely not his sister.
Her face was familiar. Blonde shoulder length hair with dark roots. Her eyes, blue and bright. She was slender and very fair skinned.
As soon as Emily's eyes caught the picture hiding at the side of the sink, a memory flashed through her senses.
Matt, in a black tuxedo, at a party. His hands were wrapped around the lady she had just seen. They were laughing, happier than he was ever with her.
Her hands numbed for a second and in Emily's attempt to catch it mid air, she slit her inner palm before the jug w
