I looked at the shattered glass cup on the ground, then at my own palm, still with shards sticking to the skin, which I shook off before slowly squatting to pick up the glass fragments for a closer look.
The glass was fine, and the craftsmanship and quality were fine.
But why did it shatter when I grabbed it?
And that door handle too.
I glanced at it—stainless steel aluminum alloy, which shouldn't just break like that.
I walked out of the gym into the living room, puzzled, and saw that Brittany Scott and Elizabeth Campbell had already returned.
Brittany was looking relaxed and humming a tune as she went through her notes, but Elizabeth looked heartbroken, staring blankly at a spot on the couch, seemingly lifeless.
I noticed something was off with Elizabeth, but I didn't rush to ask her and instead went over to Brittany's desk, putting a hand on it to ask, "What's up with her?"
