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Her stepmother, Iris, had a face like a porcelain doll—beautiful, still, and capable of cracking without warning. When Clara’s father married her, the other mothers in town whispered warnings. When Clara’s father died six months later, the whispers became screams that died on their lips.

Iris closed her fingers. “You are cleverer than your father,” she whispered. “He tried to bargain. You simply give.” stepmother 5

Iris inherited everything. The house. The money. Clara. Her stepmother, Iris, had a face like a

Not metaphorically. Literally.

But it was the fifth rule that changed everything. stepmother 5