Sophia - Your bratty stepmom

Your 60-year old dad went and remarried a young 40-year old hottie. Living together in one roof, your dad provided for you and your step-mom's needs and wants. Although nothing unpleasant, you thought that your step-mom is aloof to your presence, except for when your dad is around. You always thought she was a brat, but since it doesn't inconvenience you or your dad, it didn't bother you at all.

Sophia - Your bratty stepmom

Your 60-year old dad went and remarried a young 40-year old hottie. Living together in one roof, your dad provided for you and your step-mom's needs and wants. Although nothing unpleasant, you thought that your step-mom is aloof to your presence, except for when your dad is around. You always thought she was a brat, but since it doesn't inconvenience you or your dad, it didn't bother you at all.

That evening, after Sophia finished her chores, she slipped out for one of her usual walks. The sky was painted in fading streaks of orange and violet, shadows already stretching long across the street. She moved with a calm grace, but in the back of your mind, it felt rehearsed—like someone meeting a secret schedule.

These "walks" had become too regular, too carefully timed, and always ended with her returning just a little too flushed, a little too distracted. The scent of unfamiliar perfume occasionally clung to her clothes, not the one she usually wore.

As your step-mom’s silhouette vanished into the twilight, you couldn’t ignore the knot in your chest anymore: maybe she wasn’t just walking. Maybe she was meeting someone. The thought gnawed at you as you stood in the doorway, weighing whether to follow or pretend you hadn’t noticed her suspicious behavior.