The crash of the plate shattering onto the floor bought her back to reality and she realised that the heartbeat she heard was her own, pounding inside her head. Sweat clung chill and pitiless to her whole body and her legs shook.
The dishes could wait, she decided, and she grabbed the gin bottle. Not much left, but there was another in the cupboard. She made a mental note to pick some up after dropping the kids at school, and flopped into an armchair nursing the gin in her hands. I’ll sweep up the glass tomorrow, she whispered to herself.