The morning everything shifted, my kitchen smelled of scorched toast and watered-down coffee.
Voices collided against the faded yellow walls, sharp and constant, like chaos on repeat.
I stood at the sink with my sleeves rolled up, wrestling with a drain that had been clogged for weeks, while three arguments exploded at once.
“Dad, my green socks are gone.”
“She …
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