Moving — In With My Step-sister

They spent the next three hours hunched over the counter. Leo had a way of explaining things—comparing chemical reactions to a chaotic party where everyone is looking for a partner—that actually made sense. For the first time, the tension wasn't thick with resentment; it was replaced by the low hum of shared effort.

“My dad left when I was six,” she said quietly. “I used to hate the idea of anyone taking his place. I think that’s why I was such a jerk to you.” Moving in with My Step-sister

One afternoon, while helping Leo hang a shelf in his room, Mia stopped and looked at a photo of Leo and his late mother. They spent the next three hours hunched over the counter