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MY STEPMOTHER (CHAPTER SEVEN)

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"You didn’t even touch your toast."

Dorya stared blankly at the edge of her plate, the once-warm toast now soggy from the untouched orange juice beside it. Her father’s voice was soft, almost hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he was still allowed to speak to her.

She said nothing.

The clinking of silverware and the rustle of the newspaper filled the silence between them like static.

Her father sighed, lowering the paper. "Dorya."

She pushed her chair back and stood.

"You can’t keep avoiding the both of us," he said, his tone sharper now, laced with frustration. "We live in the same house."

She still didn’t answer. Her eyes briefly flicked to him, a dull, shattered version of the daughter he once knew, then shifted toward the hallway.

"I’m trying here," he snapped finally. "You made a mistake. But so did I. Maybe we all did. You think silence fixes anything?"

Dorya blinked slowly. "You really think this is about making mistakes?"

He flinched at her voice. It was the first time she’d spo
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