My Stepmother Bought Me The Worst Dress She Could Find For Prom—But By The End Of The Night, She Was Crying And Begging Me To Take It Off

of silent agreement.

We didn’t talk about her.

We didn’t open old wounds.

We just learned how to exist around the absence.

And somehow, that became normal.

Until Alexis arrived.

At first, it was subtle.

She didn’t storm into our lives.

She didn’t announce herself like a storm.

She arrived like a correction.

A new chapter.

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