For the first time, Raina saw past the attitude. Kayla wasn’t trying to take her place—she was trying to understand what a real family looked like.
Raina sat on the edge of the bed. “He was terrible at telling jokes. And he always burned the pancakes.”
Kayla laughed softly. “Better than no pancakes at all.”
Raina Rae had never asked for a stepsister. Her mom’s remarriage was already an adjustment, but when Kayla moved in with her expensive sneakers, loud music, and habit of borrowing Raina’s sweaters without asking, the house felt smaller than ever.
