Chapter 20
I reeled, the sight of my lounge room hitting me like a physical blow. Barely conscious of Chris’s presence, I stepped into the ruin that had been my home.
The couch and armchairs were upside down, the lining slashed to ribbons, cushions ripped apart and stuffing strewn everywhere. The coffee table had also been demolished, one leg resting on top of the shattered remains of my television. Every DVD and CD I owned had been broken in half and dumped in the middle of the floor, the cases cracked.
My eyes stung, and I wrinkled my nose at the stench as I moved further inside, gagging on the fumes of what smelled like paint mixed with spoiled milk and rotten eggs. Glass crunched under my feet as I stepped around the remnants of an armchair and saw the fridge on its side, door open,
