I SAW A MAN GRAB MY STEPDAUGHTER – BUT THE REAL SHOCK CAME LATER

I looked at her.

“I’ll always yell,” I replied.

She smirked faintly.

“I know.”

There’s something complicated about being a stepmother.

You love fiercely.

But sometimes you wonder if it’s allowed.

That day at the school gate, there was no question.

When I shouted her name, it wasn’t out of obligation.

It was instinct.

Later, she admitted something else.

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