My heart seemed to stop, up high in my rib-cage where it had leapt and then frozen. I grasped desperately at the air, as the intricate glass bowl plummeted beyond my reach toward the harsh tiles of the kitchen floor.
The sound rang out like a million tiny bells tolling, calling out into the silent house. ‘She’s leaving,’ they cried, ‘Quick, she’s leaving!’
I didn’t wait. I launched myself towards the cupboard, swapping my rucksack and jacket for the dustpan and brush.
‘Not today’ I whispered to the sparkling fragments, as footsteps approached.