The house was too small for the two of us. It wasn’t the square footage—it was her presence. Maya had a way of leaning against doorframes that made the hallway feel like a trap.
No regret. Just warmth.
“He’s not you,” she replied. Then she bumped her shoulder against mine. “But that’s okay. You’re my favorite person, Leo. Always will be. Just… different.” life with a flirty stepsister final new
Tonight, she’s making popcorn in the kitchen. Our parents are watching a movie in the living room. Normal. Boring. Perfect. The house was too small for the two of us