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When she arrived home, Shea immediately pulled a bag of frozen peas from the freezer and placed it against her aching jaw. She shuddered from the sudden jolt of cold and pain before the numbing effects of the frozen peas took the edge off. With her free hand, she grabbed a bottle of vodka, closed the freezer with her elbow, and ambled toward the love seat where Jessica sat, her face a mask of resentment.
“What happened to your face?” Jessica’s harsh tone felt like nails in Shea’s aching skull.
She considered telling Jessica the truth but didn’t want her to worry. “Tripped and banged my chin on a table. Hurts,” Shea mumbled. She plopped down next to Jessica and took a long drag of vodka.
“Maybe if you’d stayed home in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened.” Jessica peeked unde
