'I know you like my stepdaughter Melody. Tell her that her stepmother misses her and that she's got one day when she returns home. She shouldn't abuse the kindness being shown here.'
That was all that was written but the phrasing was so weird I get why Ethan would get concerned. Reading the one day thing especially sent a shiver down my spine.
My mind flashed back to the time when my dad went on one of his month long business trips leaving me alone with my stepmom for the first time when I was about nine. At first she was pleasant enough and ignored me when she could.
Then one day because I knocked over her drink by accident, she pulled me by my arm into the car with a red puffy and angry face, and drove until we reached a hotel just down the road from our house.
I was scared and she knew it. It was silent all the way up into the room, and I was shaking. I remember getting to the room and waiting what seemed years before he slid the room key into the door.
