Moving In With My Step-sister -

They high-fived, a simple gesture that signaled the end of the "step" and the beginning of the "sibling." Moving in hadn't been the end of their world; it was just the start of a much bigger, slightly more crowded, one.

Leo pulled out the chair across from her. “My dad’s a chemist. I grew up hearing about moles and reagents instead of bedtime stories. Want some help?” Moving in with My Step-sister

The breaking point came on a Tuesday night. Leo was in the kitchen at 1:00 AM, scavenging for cereal, when he found Mia sitting at the island, surrounded by textbooks and empty espresso shots. She looked exhausted, her usual armor of indifference cracked. “Chemistry?” Leo asked, nodding at the open book. They high-fived, a simple gesture that signaled the

Mia looked ready to snap a retort, but then she looked at the mountain of notes and slumped. “Fine. But if you make it worse, I’m telling my mom you broke her favorite vase.” I grew up hearing about moles and reagents