My Stepsister Demanded a Custom Cake from My Grandma – Then Tried to Return It Half-Eaten for a Refund

“Please,” Susan interrupted gently. Her tone was different now — quiet and almost human.

“Let me do one decent thing today.”

I rang her up. The full price came to $268.00. She signed the receipt, then paused.

“I’ll talk to her,” she said, and followed Dad out.

When the door closed behind them, I finally let my weight drop onto the nearest stool and covered my face with my hands.

Grandma rested a hand on my shoulder.

“You were brave,” she said softly.

I let out a shaky laugh. “I was shaking the whole time.”

“Bravery is just shaking while still standing up,” she replied.

And I believed her.

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