Madison grabbed the mahogany box.

“Madison, no!” Robert screamed, lunging.

With a primal shriek of fury, she raised the heavy compass over her head. Time seemed to slow. I saw the desperate, feral gleam in her eyes — the ultimate tantrum of a child who realizes she can’t break the rules anymore, so she decides to break the board.

With all her strength, she hurled the antique down onto the granite island.

The crash was deafening.

The mahogany casing splintered against the edge of the stone. The thick glass dome shattered into a thousand jagged diamonds that rained across the floor, mixing with spilled black coffee and cold boiled eggs.