Her stepmother, Lena, stood in the hallway’s shadows, arms folded tighter than a sealed evidence bag. She’d been waiting.
Bianka stared at the pen. Then at Lena’s face—the hard lines, the tired eyes, the clenched jaw that was trying very hard not to cry.
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Slowly, Bianka picked up the vape. She held it for a long moment.
Then she stood, walked to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and dropped it into the toilet. She flushed. Her stepmother, Lena, stood in the hallway’s shadows,
They sat on the top step of the staircase, the candle between them. Rain lashed the windows.
Bianka laughed—a hollow, brittle sound. “Because you’re not my mom. You’re just the woman who married Dad and started acting like the warden.” Then at Lena’s face—the hard lines, the tired
When she came back, she didn’t say sorry. She just sat down an inch closer to Lena on the step, their shoulders almost touching.