That night, as I pushed open the front door, I caught the familiar scent of dinner.The living room was lit by a warm yellow light. Sophie was sitting at the dining table, with two servings of food in front of her.I took off my shoes as quietly as possible and tried to hide my swollen right cheek and the bloodstain at the corner of my mouth in the shadows.The moment I took a step, Sophie looked up.“You’re back?”Her voice was still stern, yet it carried a hint of barely perceptible concern.“Does your face still hurt?”I lowered my eyes, shook my head, walked to the other end of the table. Then, I sat down, and began eating small bites of the food.The dishes, so appealing in color, aroma, and flavor, felt like torture once they reached my mouth. Every chew tugged at my facial muscles.It hurt so much.I decided to just swallow it whole.Suddenly, Mom put down her cutlery and walked over.My body stiffened instinctively, and the muscles in my back tensed.But she simply
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