Ezra started humming. Then Sofia joined. Then Marco, reluctantly, picked up his guitar in the dark and played something soft. Mira lit a candle. Carlos passed around a bag of marshmallows. Lia sat between Sam and Sofia, not touching, but not apart either.
“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.” lia's big stepfamily #2
That was the deep thing about stepfamilies, Lia realized. It wasn't just learning new names or remembering who liked crunchy peanut butter. It was learning to inhabit a space where loss and love shared the same closet. Her mother smiled more now, yes. But sometimes Mira would freeze, holding a mug that wasn't her old one, and Lia knew: She’s there, in the before-time. Ezra started humming
“Ghosts?” she said, mouth full of foam. Mira lit a candle
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