"Dose? What kind of dose?" Mom mumbled.Then, all at once, a dreadful thought seized her. Her gaze fell on Hilda, frail on the floor, before she lifted her eyes to me, standing at the top of the stairs."Could it be…"As the man at the helm of the corporation, Dad had never been naive. He tilted his head back, searching my face, his voice trembling as he made his first careful appeal."Val, would you come down first?"In all my memories, he'd never spoken to me so gently. Every encounter between us had always been marked by coldness and disdain.Hilda coughed, blood spilling from her lips, but no one rushed to her side. Mom and Dad, who had always smothered her with tender care, gave her nothing more than a cold, suspicious glance.At the kitchen doorway, Susan dropped the stack of dishes in her arms. The crash split the silence, sharp and jarring.The instant she heard Hilda say the word "dose", her face drained of color, and the tremor in her body wouldn't stop.I turned to
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