My Stepfather Forced My Mom to Clean and Shovel Snow with a Broken Leg – So I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson!

In my small apartment, she healed slowly. Each Friday, I brought her flowers—not because she needed them, but because she deserved the reminder that she mattered.

One night, she smiled at me. “You saved me.”

I shook my head. “I just showed up.”

“Not everyone would’ve seen through me,” she said. I squeezed her hand. “You’re a terrible liar,” I said, and for the first time in too long, she laughed like herself.

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