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Chapter 3

Author: Miss Strawberry
The next morning, I made breakfast as usual.

Sophia came out of the guest room holding Noah’s hand. Her eyelids were swollen and red, as though she had spent the entire night crying.

She did not look at me.

She pulled out a chair for Noah, then sat beside him and began peeling an egg in silence.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

As if she were working up to something.

“Did you do anything about the cut on your hand?” she asked suddenly, her voice hoarse.

I lifted my coffee and took a sip.

“It’s fin
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