Luna
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I perched on the stool beside the kitchen island. I crossed and uncrossed my legs multiple times as I tried to find a comfortable position.
My mother moved around, taking out the cabbage from the bag and heading towards the fridge.
“About what you saw that day,” she began, a rain trembling visibly in her voice. “It’s not what you think.”
Rolling my eyes, I scoffed. “Yeah, it’s not what I think,” I said, “I saw his c**k inside you.” The words snapped out of my throat before I could stop them.
My mother flinched, her grip tightening on the handle of the fridge’s door.
“Watch your language.” She lingered next to the open fridge, like she needed the chill air that slipped out.
Silence stretched between us for what felt like eternity.
I broke it. “And I’m guessing that was n
