Van was taken aback by her sudden outburst, and truthfully, so was she. The sharpness in her voice, the force of the push; it hadn’t been intentional. She hadn’t meant to lash out. But she had been wound tight all afternoon, frustration simmering beneath the surface, and it had taken only one unexpected touch to make it all boil over.She was overwhelmed. Not just by the burnt dinner or the throbbing pain in her hand, but by everything; her thoughts, her day, and that maddening encounter at the mall.Van’s brows drew together in quiet alarm. “Are you… all right?”She pressed her hand to her forehead, sighing deeply, but didn’t answer. Instead, she turned away, needing something— anything— to do with her hands. She walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a stack of plates, moving with stiff, robotic precision.
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