She steps through the broken glass, grazing herself  only slightly as she travels to the mooted tryst - speaking not a sensible word between them they unconsciously align expectations. A thimbleful of compassion does little to dilute days, weeks, months of pent passion: mercy not forthcoming, she takes and breaks what was hers to begin with anyway. Cruelty finds release in release, unintentional and unavoidable, though no less so for the lack of malice. No insurance policy on Earth will cover this walking Act of God.