My step-Uncle
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When he opened them, the fire was smothered in ice.
“Because nothing is the same now,” he said firmly. “Your mother married into my family. I am your step-uncle. That makes this wrong.”
The word struck me as though it was a stone, tugging at the part of me that had attempted—God, I’d attempted—to feel sick about this. To hate myself for it.