Bree frowned. She shook her head a little at James. She didn't know how to say it, but being reassured only upset her more. She pushed her chair back away from the table, still sitting. Her food was forgotten now.
The plate broke again, even as Lily was fixing it. The other plates on the drying rack broke too, and there was a shattering sound too, from inside the cupboard. She was breaking things she couldn't see; it was calculated.