Ever since we were little, Dad has never held back when hitting my sister and me.
When my sister Erica came upstairs, the palm print on her face was stark and horrifying.
I was terrified, tears falling in steady streams.
Like a magician, she pulled a matcha milk candy out of her pocket.
"What are you crying for? Worst case, we can go back to the university town and set up a stall selling bubble tea. We won't starve to death."
She warned me, "Sofia, I know what you're thinking. I'm your older sister. As long as I'm here, no one can force you to do anything. Shaun is forcing you to show yourself! That p*****t! How dare he set his sights on my precious little sister! We'd rather rot unseen in the field than let him have what he wants. It's just some business trouble, isn't it? I've been
