C151 I'm Sorry for the Rhetoric I Was Wrong

The sparkling shards rolled a few times before falling into his palm.

It matched the few pieces of debris that had been missing when he'd seen her shattered screen in the dining room today.

This is the stairs.

The phone had either fallen here or fallen off it.

He had only come up to take a look and tell himself to endure a little longer, but he hadn't expected to see this