“How did this get broken?” he asked, gingerly picking up the glass shards.
She shrugged. “I tripped. I was holding the glass and it flew out of my hand and hit the mirror.”
“And this wasn’t because you and your mother are fighting?”
“No.” it was an honest answer, technically. Trapping her mother in the mirror hadn’t required a fight, just words. And now that the mirror was broken, her image was gone, and her with it.
“When she comes back, I’ll tell her it was an accident. Don’t worry.”
“Thanks, Frank. You’re awesome.”
He smiled, “I really am.”
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