“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I forgot wool can’t be soaked so I just left it in water when I got home.”
“I feel really bad… how much was it? I’ll pay you back. The material’s nice though, maybe I can reuse it and turn it into something else.”
“If you’re not replying I’ll just assume it’s fine, okay? I’ll send you 2 dollars. Since you said your grandma made it, it shouldn’t be that expensive right?”
The last photo loaded.
My hands started shaking.
The scarf was cut.
Not just ruined but cut into pieces. Strips. Like someone took their time destroying it.
My chest tightened and something snapped inside me.
I threw the covers off and got up, not caring that my body still felt weak. I grabbed my coat and walked out.
When I got to her place, I didn’t even hesitate. I rang the doorbell hard, my fingers cold but steady.
The door opened.
Amber stood there, wearing something simple, her face soft and surprised. “Ms. Hereford? You came all the way here? Is something wrong?”
“Where’s my scarf?” I asked, my voice flat.
She blinked, then turned casually and picked something up from the couch. The pieces. “You mean this? I already paid you for it, didn’t I?”