He can’t remember how it happened, but there were shards of glass on the floor. The cabinet door was split in two and had fallen to the ground. The mirror was turned the wrong way, and a spider web of shattered glass stretched to the frame.
Patrick’s knuckles were red, so he knew it was him who had done it. He also knew he had just failed Danish and ruined what felt like his only chance to become an electrician. He clearly remembers that’s why he got angry.