Between Mother and Daughter
It was strange having someone my age as a stepdad.
Filled with enthusiasm, Mom prepared a feast.
Bryan had the beverages covered, and I recalled it was the same drink he tried to feed my mother that afternoon.
“You’ve been busy, babe. Have something to drink.” Bryan handed Mom a drink.
My skin crawled when he called Mom “babe”.
The whole thing was just so bizarre.
To give Mom and Bryan some space, I finished my dinner quickly and went to my room.
While I was changing my clothes, Bryan opened the door to my bedroom.