In a sack lay her broken glasses and a shattered cup she had always used for tea.

I was trembling, unable to believe my eyes. Only one thought kept pounding in my head: who could have done this?

And then the neighbor, who had followed me into the house, said:

— He came here drunk. He screamed, punched the walls with his fists, and took out his anger on your grandmother. She never complained, but I heard everything… You’re wrong to think he’s so caring.

Terror gripped me. All this time, I had been living with a man who humiliated and tormented the person dearest to me in the whole world. I felt the ground slipping away beneath my feet.