When my father’s new wife kicked me out of my room and into the shed, I thought I’d hit rock bottom. But Mom’s surprise visit and shocking revelation about the house turned everything upside down, leaving me to wonder if I’d ever feel at home with Dad again.I arrived at Dad’s house with a knot in my stomach. Something felt off. Kim, my stepmom, opened the door with a fake smile. “Michelle, honey, come in,” she said, her voice sickeningly sweet. I stepped inside, dragging my suitcase. Sam and Leo, my college-age stepbrothers, lounged on the couch, barely acknowledging me. They were both glued to their shiny new laptops – the same ones Dad said he couldn’t afford to buy for me. “Where’s Dad?”
I asked, trying to keep the bitterness out of my voice. “Working late,” Kim replied, fidgeting with her necklace. “Listen, Michelle, we need to talk about sleeping arrangements.” My heart sank. “What about them?” Kim glanced at her sons. “Well, with Sam and Leo home for the holidays, we’re a bit short on space.” “Short on space?” I echoed. “But I have my room.” “Had,” Sam muttered under his breath, not looking up from his laptop.
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