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There were seven of them now: her mother Mira, her stepfather Carlos, his three children (Marco, Sofia, and little Ezra), and her own brother, Sam. Lia was the hyphen in an unfinished sentence. She moved through hallways where the paint still smelled fresh, but the cracks had already started showing.

“Ghosts?” she said, mouth full of foam. lia's big stepfamily #2

And Lia herself? She had learned to navigate. To translate. When Sam slammed his door, she knew it wasn't about the step-siblings—it was about the last time their father promised to visit and didn't. When Carlos over-explained a rule, she saw the fear underneath: I don’t know how to be your father, but I’m terrified of failing. There were seven of them now: her mother

“Goodnight, ghosts,” she whispered.

Every morning, the bathroom schedule was a negotiation treaty. Every dinner, the table had to expand—literally, Carlos had built a leaf extension that wobbled if you leaned on it wrong. The wobble became their family metaphor. Don’t lean too hard. Don’t trust the surface. “Ghosts

“Mom says when families blend, you bring the ghosts of the old ones with you,” Ezra said. “So I think my mom’s ghost is probably sitting on the couch, and your dad’s ghost is in the garage. They’re probably just staring at each other.”