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I woke up to the sound of something falling.
It wasn't loud.
But enough to disturb a light sleep.
The manual resting on my face fell to the floor.
I opened my eyes.
The apartment was still quiet.
The television was still playing softly.
But there was another sound.
The sound of something dripping.
...coming from the kitchen.
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I got up from the floor.
I made my way to the kitchen.
As I reached the doorway, I stopped.
The situation was quite clear.
Eggshells on the counter.
A bowl containing a mangled egg.
A knocked-over bottle of soy sauce.
And a puddle of dark liquid spreading across the floor.
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In the middle of it all—
Yuna sat on the floor.
Her shirt was dirty.
Her hand clutched a small rag.
Her face was pale.
The moment she saw me, she moved.
Too fast.
She bowed until her head nearly touched the floor.
Her hands pressed against the sticky floor.
"I'm sorry!"
Her voice trembled.
"I... I just wanted to make lunch..."
