Read with BonusRead with Bonus

MY STEPMOTHER (CHAPTER SEVEN)

"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...