Programmable Slow Cooker Fixed -

The steam was black. It coiled upward not like a vapor, but like a solid, a serpent of pure, focused malice. In the pot, the stew was the color of a fresh bruise. And on the surface, the fat had congealed into a perfect, mirror-like disc. When she looked into it, she didn't see her tired face. She saw her boss, spilling coffee on his white shirt in a meeting. She saw her ex-boyfriend, alone in a cold apartment, scrolling her profile. She saw every petty slight she'd ever suffered, paid back in full.