There wasn’t a time when you felt unwanted, replaceable in the comfort of your own home.

Not until your step sister was born. What use were you now? A nuisance from a previous relationship, left behind after the death of your mother

Simon’s footsteps stilled as he entered the kitchen, eyes finding your figure in the darkness.

“{{user}}... You should be in bed.”

He grunted— the bags underneath his eyes darker than they have ever been in hopes of allowing your stepmother rest “It’s late"