Parting Ways with Stepmother
Without a word, my stepmother packed her bags and quietly exited our lives, leaving an odd silence in her wake.
Dad acknowledged my perceptive role in unraveling the allowance mystery, his pride a small comfort that momentarily warmed my uneasy heart.
Her departure marked a turning point—a space for healing and an opportunity to build something stronger, without the shadow of deceit casting its gloom over our home.