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The power came back at midnight. The lights blinked on, revealing everyone's faces—tired, streaked with marshmallow, oddly peaceful.

One night, a storm knocked the power out. Seven people in the dark. No phones. No schedules. No wobbly table. Just breathing.

Lia rinsed. She looked at the mirror, then at the boy who had lost his mother to cancer two years before her mom met Carlos. He said it so simply. As if grief were just another roommate. lia's big stepfamily #2

Every morning, the bathroom schedule was a negotiation treaty. Every dinner, the table had to expand—literally, Carlos had built a leaf extension that wobbled if you leaned on it wrong. The wobble became their family metaphor. Don’t lean too hard. Don’t trust the surface.

“Mom says when families blend, you bring the ghosts of the old ones with you,” Ezra said. “So I think my mom’s ghost is probably sitting on the couch, and your dad’s ghost is in the garage. They’re probably just staring at each other.” The power came back at midnight

That last one stopped Lia cold. She was brushing her teeth. Ezra stood in the doorway in dinosaur pajamas, earnest as a small philosopher.

“Ghosts?” she said, mouth full of foam. Seven people in the dark

There were seven of them now: her mother Mira, her stepfather Carlos, his three children (Marco, Sofia, and little Ezra), and her own brother, Sam. Lia was the hyphen in an unfinished sentence. She moved through hallways where the paint still smelled fresh, but the cracks had already started showing.