What My Stepfather Craves

He raised me after my parents died. I called him Father. When he was drugged, I became his “antidote.” When she opens her eyes again, she's back to the night someone drugged him—the night that started it all. This time, she won't be his antidote. She'll deliver his lover to his door, walk away, and never look back. Now my stepfather sits across the room, staring at me. His eyes burn with something like regret. But I’m already wearing anoth