He scoffed, wiping his nose. "It's just a dog, and you're screaming at my mom over it? You're insane."
A high-pitched ringing filled my ears. His voice faded to a dull murmur.
Ignoring the stinging pain in my cheek, I stumbled into the kitchen.
The large trash can overflowed with familiar reddish-brown fur. Blood smeared the stainless steel sink, stark against the metal.
Then I saw it.
In the corner, Mochi's severed head sat on the floor. Her eyes were wide open, glassy, as if she were still waiting for me to come home.
Something inside me snapped.
I stormed back into the dining room. With a guttural scream, I hooked my fingers under the heavy table and heaved.
Dishes, soup, and chopsticks crashed to the floor in a chaotic explosion.
Two children shrieked in terror.
I was shaking so hard my teeth chattered, my voice a hoarse rasp.
"This is murder! I will make every single one of you pay!"
Violet's relatives scrambled back, circling Isaac and eyeing me with a mix of fear and disdain.
"Isaac, you really need to control your woman. Look at this mess!" one sneered.