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Continuing: My mom's new husband keeps looking at me differently — Page 6

He looked at me over her shoulder. And smiled.

The first night, I stayed in my room. Ordered food delivery. Kept the door locked.

The second night, he knocked.

"Lily. Open the door."

"I'm sleeping."

"No, you're not. I can see the light."

Silence.

"I just want to talk. I promise."

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