"They're not my family," Lia whispered one night.
She was still a planet. But she was no longer alone in her orbit. lias big stepfamily
"Community dinner is Sunday," Lia said quietly. "I'll make the salad." "They're not my family," Lia whispered one night
Her mother smiled—a real one, not the brave kind she'd been wearing for two years. "The dressing is in the fridge. Marco's secret recipe." "They're not my family
Lia opened the fridge. There it was: a small mason jar labeled "LIA'S TURN" in marker. Below it, in different handwriting: "We're glad you're here."