Dad was tired of choosing between my word and my stepmom’s. So when she took me on a girls’ weekend, he gave me one secret way to show him exactly who she became when he wasn’t there.
The slap of the screen door still rang in my ears when my stepmom Angela’s laugh drifted back through the kitchen window, soft and musical, the version she saved for Dad.
I stayed on the porch steps with my knees pulled up, counting the cracks in the concrete so I wouldn’t cry.
“Sweetheart, I heard it.”
Five years without Mom, and I still hadn’t learned how to walk into my own house without bracing for her.
Inside, Dad was already tired. I could hear it before I saw him.
“Lily, come in here, please.”
I went. Angela stood at the counter slicing lemons like she hadn’t just called me a spoiled brat thirty seconds before he pulled into the driveway.
Two thousand followers.
“I was only trying to help her with laundry,” Angela said gently. “She snapped at me, Mark. Again.”
“That’s not what happened.”
“Sweetheart, I heard it.”
Dad set his keys down slowly. He looked at me, then at her, then at the ceiling like the answer might be up there.
The name sounded familiar.
“I don’t want to keep deciding which one of you to believe.”
The words hit somewhere under my ribs and stayed.
I nodded because if I opened my mouth I’d say something I couldn’t take back.
Later, in my room, I opened TikTok and posted a clip I’d filmed the weekend before, a short tutorial on waterproofing a match with candle wax.
Two thousand followers, mostly campers and Scout parents.
“Girls’ weekend at the lake.”
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