My Evil Stepmother, The Comedic Terror

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…The quiet stillness of my life had been irrevocably shattered. The refrigerator’s hum was no longer a sound of peace, but a low thrumming beneath a constant state of alert. Seraphina, the uninvited guest, had not only moved into our home, but into the very fabric of my existence. And now, with this stolen knowledge, I was no longer just a victim. I was a player in her twisted game, a game I was slowly, terrifyingly, beginning to understand. The mystery of her true nature was far from solved, but the first, unsettling chapter of my own awakening had begun.