A Crumbling Facade
My stepmother’s composure faltered briefly as the stranger approached, a crack in her armor evident. She quickly gathered herself, attempting to maintain polite composure.
Watching her navigate the charged atmosphere with false niceties reignited my curiosity. Though I was disappointed by her dishonesty, seeing her scramble to retain her dignity provided some satisfaction.
There was intrigue in observing their verbal sparring, both aware that a larger game was at play.