I shielded my daughter with my body, wrapping my arms around her trembling frame. Diana clung to me, her tiny fingers twisting into the fabric of my dress as if she could disappear into me. Her small body shook violently, and I could feel the erratic rise and fall of her chest against mine. My heart clenched at the fear radiating from her.
I didn’t have time to comfort her. My entire body tensed as I braced myself for the impact. I had seen the way Mrs. Montgomery had thrown that snow globe—her face contorted in pure malice, her movements unhesitant. Where would it hit? My back? My shoulder? My head?
I squeezed my eyes shut. My arms tightened around my little snail who was as frightened as I was.
But nothing came. No shattering glass. No pain. No impact. Only silence. A heavy, suf
