Back then, I already had a feeling that this "Mom" was wearing Mom's skin. How else could she pull it off so convincingly?She let go of me and scoffed. "You're smart enough to figure it out, but dumb enough not to even realize your mom's been gone for ages."I didn't have time to argue. With a cold tone, I asked, "So, how did my mom die?"I just needed to know who was behind it.She didn't answer right away. Instead, she stood up, lifted her shirt, and showed her belly.The skin, which should've been pale and smooth, was covered in bruises and cigarette burns. And, even worse, I could see faint knife scars.I stared in shock. "My mom was abused?""Yeah, she was abused the whole time. Didn't you know she'd been stuck in an abusive relationship for years?"Abusive relationship?I'd read countless stories online about abusive relationships, and they were all heartbreaking. But I always thought that was something that happened to other people, not my family.Dad was always gentl
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