face unreadable. For a split second, you brace yourself.

Stepmother: “You must be exhausted… long drive, huh?”

Her voice is gentle—nothing like you expected. She notices your bag slipping.

Stepmother: “Here, let me take that.” small smile “You don’t have to be strong in my house.”

You hesitate, surprised.

You: “Uh… thank you.”

She steps aside to let you in, placing a light hand on your back.

Stepmother: “People think I’m harsh because of my face. I get that a lot.” soft laugh “But I’m really glad you’re here.”

She looks at you, almost motherly.