"Why did you…" I started to speak, my voice low, tired, and my stomach still twisting in hunger and anger, but she cut me off like my words didn't matter.
"Oh please," she said, already rolling her eyes, her voice fake like some actress playing innocent on stage. "Why did I what? You think I did this on purpose?" She gave this sarcastic little laugh, her head tilted, and her lips curled. "Oh please."
She really thought I was stupid. Like I didn't see it, like I didn't feel the sharp intent in the way she moved. I saw the flick of her wrist, the way her hand struck that plate. I saw her face before and after, she didn't even pretend to be sorry.
That wasn't clumsiness, and it wasn't some dumb accident. It was clear as daylight, it was very obvious that she wanted to humiliate me,
