I thought I had carefully planned my birthday to avoid drama—just close family, familiar walls, and no surprises. Then the doorbell rang. Standing there was my stepmom, holding a homemade cake with slightly uneven frosting and a nervous smile. I hadn’t invited her. Old feelings rushed in before better judgment could catch up, and I told her the night was meant for immediate family only. She didn’t push back or argue. She quietly set the cake on the table, wished me a happy birthday, asked that we share it later, and walked away. I assumed it was an awkward attempt...
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