Amelia flinched as Axel’s voice boomed across the room his words laced with venom. “Do I need to repeat myself Amelia?” he spat slamming a glass onto the table. It shattered sending shards skittering across the marble floor. “You think you’re indispensable? Remember your place.”
Her shoulders hunched instinctively her jaw tightening as she swallowed the retort bubbling in her chest. She forced herself to nod turning away to hide the fury that burned behind her eyes. As she bent down to pick up the pieces of broken glass her mind betrayed her spiraling back to a different time a different voice.
A flash of warm sunlight filtered through an old kitchen window. Her mother Vera hummed softly to herself her hands moving deftly as she kneaded dough. The small cramped kitchen of the Marconetti
