The Price of a Name

~ Daphne POV ~

The door slammed so hard behind me that the painting in the entryway shuddered on its hook, and I didn't care; I didn't care about a single thing in this mansion anymore, not the painting, not the vase on the side table that I picked up and threw against the wall before I'd even taken my heels off, watching it shatter into a hundred pieces across the marble like something inside me