MY HOT STEPFATHER

was alway

ed it his "work room." Said he needed quiet, private space for focus. But I knew better. I c

I leaned in, listening. Silence. But as I turned to leave, I saw it heat. A

Damian said she must've slipped through the gate during the storm. But I ch

ound the

black-and-white photo of a woman who looked unsettlingly like my mothe

007. Gone

amian who

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