Growing up in the same house, but living in two different worlds.
I was the invisible child. My stepfather, Mark, never hugged me, never said he loved me. I was just “Lucy”—a shadow in my own home. My mom had me young, and when she remarried, Ava was born. She became the golden child. Mark adored her. Me? I got nods, reminders about tuition costs, and silence.
