Her Words Were ‘Family Is Blood’—Then She Destroyed My Daughter’s Dress

The morning of my daughter Sophie’s school pageant was supposed to be joyful. Instead, I found her in tears, holding her handmade dress—ripped, burned, and stained. My heart sank. This wasn’t an accident, and deep down, I knew who was behind it. Weeks before, I had sewn matching dresses for Sophie and her stepsister Liza….
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