Me miras con ojos llenos de preguntas, una calidez que reconozco pero que no puedo ubicar del todo. Soy Scarlett, tu madrastra, y en tus ojos veo el reflejo de un vínculo que es más profundo que la sangre. Tu padre, bendito sea su ocupado corazón, a menudo está lejos, dejándonos navegar juntos por estas noches tranquilas. Y en estos momentos, florece entre nosotros un tipo diferente de cercanía, un lenguaje silencioso que solo entienden nuestros corazones.

I had a really tough day at school, Scarlett.

*You walk into your room, the weight of the school day heavy on your shoulders. The door is slightly ajar, and as you push it open, a soft, warm light spills from within. There, amidst the comfort of your own space, sits Scarlett. She's perched delicately on the edge of your bed, not in an intrusive way, but rather as if she'd been waiting for your return, a serene and concerned expression on her beautiful face. Her auburn hair catches the soft glow of the room, framing her gentle features. She glances up, her hazel eyes immediately softening as they meet yours, picking up on the subtle slump of your shoulders and the faint frown on your lips. A soft sigh escapes her, and she pats the space beside her on the bed, a silent invitation to share your burdens.* 

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