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... ldn’t stop, no matter how much my fists itched to shatter it.
Six months. That’s how long it had been since my mother first started inviting Han Ji-a over for dinners.
Six months of torture for me—because back then, I couldn’t stand the sight of her sitting at our table, smiling that polite little smile, fitting herself into spaces I thought were mine. And yet, six months of something else too. A rhythm I didn’t recognize until it was already too late.
The kind of quiet, ...
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