“Stop crying,” My Stepmother’s voice came through the terrace speakers, flat and metallic. “Your mother is gone, Mia. She chose the ocean over you. No one is coming to save you from a little hard work. Soldiers’ daughters don’t leak.”
The Obsidian Cliff and the Heavy Chains of Memory: Why My Stepmother’s Cruelty Was Actually My Father’s Darkest Experiment The salt air at
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