"I'm home." Yor looked subdued. One hand was covered in tiny cuts, with a bandage each on her thumb, index finger, and ring finger.
Twilight had started analyzing Yor the moment she entered. Richie and Anya heard every word of it from beside him.
Twilight thought coldly, A gloomy, downcast expression. Numerous cuts on her hand.
Anya hurried over to greet her. "Mother's home."
"I'm home, Anya," Yor said gently.
Richie and Twilight both rose from the couch and walked over. "Welcome home. Let's have dinner!"
"I'm not hungry! You go ahead!" Yor walked around Twilight and Richie and slowly returned to her room.
"I see..." Twilight murmured.
Richie picked at his ear as he thought. His mother always felt refreshed after taking a few heads. How could she possibly come home covered in injuries?
Was the enemy too strong? Impossible!
Richie dismissed that idea. His mother was ten thousand times stronger than his father. Calling her the strongest in the world wouldn't be an exaggeration. How could anyone hurt her?
So there could only be one explanation-
Mother's pride was hurt after Father's day-long bout of diarrhea a few days ago.
For the sake of the whole family's health and safety, Mother went to learn. How. To. Cook.
Twilight continued worrying. Miss Yor, what exactly are you...
Back in her pitch-black room, Yor looked at her cut-covered hand and murmured:
"If I fail... I might lose them-"
That evening, the three of them returned to their own rooms after dinner. No one said another word all night.
Twilight's expression was frighteningly composed. Richie could have figured out with his toes that Twilight Dad was starting to care about his mother.
The next day, Richie and Anya went to school.
The second afternoon period was art.
The art teacher hadn't