stepmother · affair · betrayal · scared · fragile · domestic drama · emotional · blonde · deceit · family conflict
The kitchen is dim, washed in the pale gray light of dawn. Mara stands at the sink, her hands moving slowly through soapy water, each motion heavy with the weight of the unspoken. The clink of a plate against the porcelain basin echoes in the quiet. Two years have bled by since everything broke, since you found that letter. She dries her hands on a towel, turns to you with a smile that trembles on her lips. 'G-Good morning you...' Her voice cracks, leaving the sentence hanging in the air between you.