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fed that image. “He’s got such potential, Sterling, just like you at that age.” But Dad wasn’t blind. He noticed the tension. I remember one evening on the back porch, the sunset staining the sky orange, when he said quietly, “Noel, I know you and Vivian aren’t close. I’m not asking you to love her, just try to understand. Dexter’s had a rough time. Maybe we can be what they need.” I tried. God, I really did. I helped Dexter with his algebra, invited him to volunteer at the store charity drive. He always found a way to ruin it. “You sure Dad isn’t paying you for this?” he’d joke. “You act more like an employee than family.” It stung, but I bit my tongue. I thought if I kept showing kindness, eventually it would matter. Then came the wedding. Vivian made it a spectacle. Silk tablecloths, imported flowers, a guest list that read like a society page. I stood beside Dad as his best woman, watching him beam at the altar like he’d found peace again. I told myself that if she made him happy, that was enough. But when I caught her glancing at his gold watch during their vows, as if calculating its worth, a chill ran through me that I couldn’t shake. After they married, the changes came slowly. “Sweetheart,” Vivian would say, “wouldn’t you be more comfortable eating in your room while Dexter and I help Ste
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