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Notes: I've been sick for the past four days, which means I've had a lot of time to write. Here's a chapter! Enjoy! - UB
Chapter Eight:
Starved
When Kagome stepped into the kitchen for the first time in six months, all fell silent except her mother, who was stirring something on the stove.
Souta had his mouth hanging open like a dying fish.
Grandpa's chopsticks clattered to the table, spilling rice everywhere.
Buyo stared at her as if she were a stranger.
"Something smells good," Kagome said, her voice broken from abuse.
Ms. Higurashi turned warily and looked at her daughter. She studied Kagome's thin face, blue eyes, pale skin.
She gave her daughter a watery smile. "I made your favorite."
"Good." Kagome felt shy. "I'm starved."