[best] — Stepmother 5

She had given her voice. But she had not given her silence.

Iris turned from the window. Her face was still beautiful, but the cracks were deeper now, leaking a faint, golden light from somewhere behind her eyes. “You read the rule,” she said. stepmother 5

She could hear Iris humming in the bedroom. A tune Clara’s mother used to sing. She had given her voice