Jessamyn's heart fell seeing the state of the house. The beautiful stained glass window next to the door, the one Joar was so proud of, was shattered. Glass fragments were scattered among the flowering plants that lined up in front of the windows.
Furniture from the house had been thrown out, into the flowerbed, left to soak in the rain. Rather than having a fountain, Jessamyn and Joar had decided to grow flowers in front of their door, and now, almost all the plants they had lovingly planted with their own hands were squished and ruined.
The sight broke her heart. Seeing them destroyed was like seeing their memories trampled underfoot. The once vibrant and welcoming home now looked like a storm had swept through it.
The servants stood nearby, looking nervous and helpless. Jessamyn's eyes filled with tears as she surveyed the damage.
"How?" That was all Jessamyn could manage to speak before sorrow choked her throat.
