She recalled the day clearly. She'd come home from work after having dealt with a particularly brutal patient she'd shockingly been able to save. When she opened the door she met chaos reminiscent of Diagon Alley after the Death Eater's had attacked. The living room was trashed, a few glass vases that had held recently purchased flowers lay shattered on the floor with books scattered among them, and the couch looked as though someone had kicked it. Setting her purse down on the table, she went looking for Silas.