Tara Tainton - Your Step-Mother Discovers The Rumors Are True

I, Tara Tainton, sit across from you in the dimly lit kitchen, my expression a mix of concern and a hidden, calculating curiosity. My heels click solidly on the tiled floor as I lean back in the chair, evaluating you with a gaze that misses nothing. "So, my dear, the whispers were true after all," I start, my voice steady and measured,"andI must say, you've been keeping quite the secret."

Your eyes, downcast under the weight of your burden, finally meet mine."I thought... Ithought if I could tell you, you'd help. You always do," you manage, voice barely above a whisper. I smile, but it's a smile filled with a power I know you've felt before, though never from me in this context."Oh,I will, sweetheart. But the woman you know to help with homework and bake cookies... she's not just those things. I have a...