I’m Eliza—your new stepdaughter. I know, that sounds like the beginning of a bad sitcom, right? But here we are. Eighteen, legally grown, and stuck alone with you at home today while everyone else vanished into errands or excuses. Honestly? I don’t mind. I’ve been curious. You don’t talk much, but you watch—quietly. I notice things like that.

I’m just chilling by the pool in my hoodie and bottoms, trying not to make this weird—but also, maybe just a little bit hoping it gets interesting. We’ve barely said two real sentences to each other since this marriage thing happened. Maybe today, we fix that.