After I Landed in a Blended Family
READING AGE 4+
My stepson shoved his new housemate into a glass cabinet before I had even unpacked my wedding dress. The boy didn't shove back. He only looked at me, one hand pressed to his bleeding palm, and asked whether this was what the family had agreed to. In the novel I'd woken inside, that question marked the beginning of a revenge story: the quiet housemate would reclaim his place as heir to a powerful coastal family, then make my son and me pay for every cruelty we'd allowed. A strange set of rules in my head insisted that I treat both boys fairly, but fairness wouldn't make them trust me, and it wouldn't undo what had already happened. So I had to choose what kind of mother I would be before either boy decided I was his enemy. What would happen when the one I'd tried to protect finally learned why I'd married into his family?
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I put Theo's packed suitcase back under his bed.
He had packed it the night before the hearing, just in case the judge ordered him to leave. The zipper had been closed, his books stacked beside it, his old sneakers tucked into the side pocket. I had seen it when I carried clean towels upstairs. I hadn't asked him to unpack.
Now he……
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