After that day—
Salomi still smiled.
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Not as freely.
Not as brightly.
But it was there.
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A quiet, practiced thing.
Careful.
Measured.
Like she had learned how to wear it instead of feel it.
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And somehow…
That made it worse.
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Because every time Mrs. Matilda saw it—
Something twisted inside her.
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That smile didn't look broken.
Didn't look angry.
Didn't look like it belonged to someone who had just been beaten and locked away.
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It looked…
Peaceful.
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And that peace felt like accusation.
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"How can you still smile?" she snapped once, her voice sharp with something she refused to name.
Salomi had paused.
Just for a second.
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"I don't know," she answered softly.
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That answer followed Mrs. Matilda for days.
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The dark room became familiar.
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At first, it was punishment.
Cold.
Lonely.
Terrifying.
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But over time—
It changed.
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Because inside that room…
No one shouted.
No one hit her.
No one looked at her like she was something to be erased.
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So she started to sit there differently.
Not curled in fear—
But quiet.
Still.
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Safe.
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She would trace shapes on the wall.
Count the seconds between her breaths.
Sometimes… smile to herself.
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And slowly—
The place meant to break her…
Became the only place she wasn't breaking.
Guilt is a strange thing.
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It doesn't always make you fix what you've done.
Sometimes—
It just makes you run from it.
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Mrs. Matilda began to see things she had tried not to.
The hesitation in her own hands.
The way Salomi never fought back.
The way her eyes—
Never held hatred.
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Only quiet acceptance.
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It unsettled her.
Deeply.
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So one morning—
Without warning—
She packed.
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No shouting.
No explanation.
Just movement.
Final.
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The children noticed first.
"Mom?"
"Where are you going?"
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She didn't answer immediately.
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Her eyes flicked—
Just once—
To Salomi.
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And for a brief moment—
Something almost human passed through them.
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Then it hardened.
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"I can't stay here," she said.
Her voice was tired.
Empty.
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"Why?" Sofie asked, panic rising.
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A pause.
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Then—
"She ruined everything."
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She didn't say the name.
She didn't need to.
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All eyes turned.
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To Salomi.
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She stood there.
Still.
Silent.
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And she smiled.
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Not because it didn't hurt.
But because…
She didn't know what else to do.
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The door closed behind their mother.
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And this time—
It didn't open again.
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The house didn't recover.
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It rotted.
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Mr. Albert changed.
Not all at once.
But steadily.
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Late nights.
Long silences.
The smell of alcohol replacing the scent of a once-kept home.
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He stopped trying.
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Stopped pretending.
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And most importantly—
Stopped seeing.
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Because seeing meant acknowledging.
And acknowledging meant guilt.
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So he chose blindness.
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Even when it stood right in front of him.
By the time they reached high school—
There were no rules left.
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No guidance.
No structure.
No one to say no.
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And children left alone…
Grow in the wrong directions.
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Christian found friends who didn't ask questions.
Who filled the silence with noise.
Bad decisions came easy.
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Sofie learned how to hide pain behind attitude.
Sharp words.
Sharper company.
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Ruby followed.
Because following was easier than thinking.
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And through it all—
There was one constant.
Salomi.
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She woke up early.
Cleaned.
Cooked.
Prepared meals that were eaten without thanks.
Washed clothes that were worn without thought.
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She learned schedules.
Managed the house.
Picked up the pieces no one else noticed falling apart.
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She became—
Everything.
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Without ever being called anything.
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She waited up at night.
Even when no one asked her to.
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Listened for the door.
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Made sure they came back.
Safe.
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Even when they came back careless.
Loud.
Disrespectful.
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Sometimes drunk.
Sometimes angry.
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Sometimes—
Cruel.
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And still—
She smiled.
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But now—
It was different.
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Because they noticed it.
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And it unsettled them.
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That same soft smile—
After everything.
After all the words.
All the neglect.
All the pain.
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It followed them.
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In quiet moments.
In empty rooms.
In the space between laughter and silence.
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Especially him.
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Christian.
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Because somewhere deep down—
He remembered.
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The kitchen.
The lie.
The way she looked at him.
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And how she said nothing.
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And somehow—
That silence had never left him.