They had been fighting again.
It didn’t matter what they fought about because he could always see it coming. The booming voices echoing from the cabin, a glass plate shattering on the floor (if mum was really at wit’s end), followed by the all too predictable game of silence, or The Standoff as he liked to call it. But if you had to make a guess,
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