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“No. You didn’t. Because I didn’t want you to. I wanted to be the mean one. The one you hate. Because hate is easier than grief.” Lena set the vape pen between them on the step. “So go ahead. Take it back. Tell me to confiscate this. And I will. But I’ll also sit here until dawn, because I’m not losing you to a cloud of smoke.”

Her stepmother, Lena, stood in the hallway’s shadows, arms folded tighter than a sealed evidence bag. She’d been waiting.

Lena nodded slowly. “Fair. But I confiscate this stuff because I found my own mother dead of an overdose when I was sixteen. It was a different drug, but the same stupid, shiny little object in her hand.” She held up the vape. “So when I see you with this, I don’t see a rebellious teen. I see a body on a bathroom floor.” PervMom.21.05.16.Bianka.Blue.Confiscate.This.XX...

Lena stared at the device. Then at the girl. The defiance was still there, but underneath—a tremor. A crack.

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck midnight, its chime swallowed by the thick silence of the suburban house. Bianka Blue, eighteen and terminally bored, leaned against her bedroom doorframe, arms crossed. In her right hand, she held a sleek, black vape pen—the size of a finger, the guilt of a felony. I wanted to be the mean one

“I’m not playing your game tonight, Bianka.”

“Why do you do it?” Lena asked, turning the vape over in her fingers. “The sneaking. The attitude. The constant… war.” “So go ahead

“Yeah,” Lena said. “But we’ve got time to light another one.”