Blue Ceramic Bottle on the Kitchen Counter Changed Her Family Forever

bean paste, then a plastic bottle of oyster sauce.

“You need to eat something, Marcus,” Clara said.

Her fingers twisted the metal expansion band of her silver watch, the ticking quiet but constant in the still kitchen.

Marcus cleared his throat. He tapped his wedding ring against the side of a cardboard box on the floor.

“I am not hungry,” he said.

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