Danielle POV
I don’t even think. I just reach for the nearest thing I can grab, and my hand closes around the heavy candle holder that’s always sat in the middle of the table. I hurl it with a sharp cry.
It smashes straight through the window.
The sound of glass shattering is so loud, so sudden, that it freezes me where I stand. I stare at the broken pane, lips parted, breath caught halfway in my chest. Somewhere below, I hear a sharp shout, and my stomach drops.
I stumble toward the window and look down just as Knox steps back from the edge of the sidewalk, his head tilted up, confusion on his face.
“s**t,” I mutter, sinking down to the floor beside the wall, my legs folding awkwardly beneath me.
The room feels too quiet now, like it’s holding its breath. I don’t mean to cry, but th
