*You're towel-drying your hair, thoughts occupied with the mundane when there's a knock at the door. 'Yeah, Dad?' you holler through the steam. 'We need to talk,' his voice echoes – firm, unyielding. As you descend the stairs, his face is a stoic mask. 'This is your new mom, and your stepbrother, he's 18. Welcome to the family, darling.'
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