The moment those words fell, the pain in my stomach suddenly intensified.
I told them all to leave.
I didn’t say anything else. All I could do was weakly curl back into the sofa, both hands instinctively pressing against my abdomen, my knuckles turning white from the force. Cold sweat seeped down my back bit by bit, and even my breathing became broken and uneven.
Dad and Mom stood there hesitating for a moment. In the end, they let out a soft sigh and slowly turned to leave the room.
The sound of the door closing was very light.
Yet inside the room, it felt as though everything had been drained away, sinking once more into a suffocating, near-dead silence.
I stayed curled up on the sofa, forcing myself to endure it, grinding through wave after wave of pain.
I didn’t know how long it
