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eet but with something sharp underneath. She walked toward them in expensi

ng Diro for a long time while complete

ked at Beverly, and the room

s voice turned sour. "You

rembling, but violent shaking that started deep inside and sprea

d wails that cut through the air. Riko's baby could se

. "Shaking like a scared animal. Pathetic. Do you know what today is, you useless thing? It

tting more upset because o

ith all that shaking. Look what you've done - you're scaring an i

those empty eyes and that sad victim look. This is my big day, and I will NOT let you ruin it. Don't embarrass me today. Don't give me a r

as she moved away, but the damage was done. Everyone already saw her as a problem from the moment she walked in. Around them, the party continued - glasse

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xt to her chair with the same mean smile that ran in their family. She wa

as sweet but nasty underneath. "You look... well, y

olding her hands tightly in he

e concerned, "when are you going to give my brother a child? I mean, you've been married for three ye

es. Her mind flew back to a memor

r knees. The pregnancy test in her shaking hands, tw

s. She thought - God, she had been so stupid - she t

moving quickly as Irene's face filled with

ere, splitting her lip a

voice. "We don't need another broken child ruining our family line.

the tiny life growing inside her. But Irene

e of birth control pills into Beverly's hands. "And if you ever get pregnant ag

erly had cried silently as they took away her baby - Diro's baby, the

k to the present. "I asked you a questio

guage, trying to explain that she

nou

knife. She appeared next to them, her fac

g, Riko. I will not have th

o argued, "I was j

to talk about mute children. I don't want another cursed child in this family. This one" - she pointed at Bev

chest and settling in her stomach like poison. Around them, the party gu

oice carrying across the room like a death sentence. "One mute is a tragedy. Two wo

b that wanted to escape. The memory of her lost baby, the chil

s stared at Beverly, some with pity, others with cur

appy with the pa

ress, "let's get back to celebrating,

hock and pain. The memory of her lost child felt like an ope

n her own pain, the memory of her aborted baby's heartbeat