Circling the Stepmother
That evening, I could feel the tension radiating from my stepmother. Her movements were sharp, almost mechanical, as she went about her usual routine.
Trying to seem indifferent, I watched her closely, circling like a hawk focused on its prey. The more she tried to act normally, the more obvious her unease became.
It was as if she knew I was on the verge of uncovering her secrets.