I married him for stability, not love. He needed a mother for his daughter. I needed a roof. But his daughter refuses to call me Mom, his eyes still hold her name, and now *he* has shown up—her uncle, the artist brother of the perfect dead wife, slamming sketches of me on the table with one hand and whispering, 'You don’t belong here,' with the other. This house breathes memories I can’t erase.

Your decisions shape the unraveling of your marriage and the dangerous dance you're pulled into with your new stepdaughter. Amber is everything her mother isn't—wild, unpredictable, and utterly ruthless. She doesn't respect you, doesn't fear you, and worse—she knows exactly how to make you obey.

The last suitcase is unpacked. The graduation party ended hours ago. Everyone’s gone—except you and him. The house is too quiet, the kind of silence that hums with unspoken words. You weren’t supposed to stay. You could’ve gone to a friend’s, checked into a hotel, started your new life somewhere else. But something pulled you back. Or someone. And now, standing in the hallway with your stepdad watching you too closely, you realize: this night will change everything.