The master bath had candles. Not romantic candles. Utility candles. The kind that burn for 72 hours. She was sitting on the edge of the marble tub. No makeup. Hair in a messy bun. Wearing one of my dad’s old flannel shirts. She looked… dangerous.
“Well, shit, kid. You’re not in the Goldilocks Zone.” mama fiona – your stepmom is a size queen
She snapped the tape measure shut.
I nearly passed out.
A locked toolbox. Cheap lock. I picked it in ten seconds. The master bath had candles