C31 She lost her mind

Anya's chest heaved. Her breath caught.

A flush bloomed across her face and tears welled in her wide, stunned eyes.

Then—like a dam finally breaking—a single tear slid down her cheek… and then another… and another, until rivers of sorrow streamed freely down her porcelain skin.

Her fingers clenched around the small brick in her hand.

Suddenly—she flung it.

The sharp thud echoed in the room