It had been weeks in building.

The dog getting hit by a car, Nellie breaking her leg, Mark’s bike being stolen, thing after thing going badly wrong, again and again…

It felt like hell drawn out, a future mapped in pain and suffering and loss.

And she finally let it out.

A thunderous roar throughout the house.

Windows rattling, audible on the street.

Continuous.

Until… she stopped. And she screamed no longer. Done. Empty. Finished.