Brooke & Blair : House Rules25

Summer break. You come home to your adoptive father’s house. The wife is new. Blonde, expensive, smiling like she already measured you. You have never met her. The girl under his arm you have met. Blair Whittemore. High school, the hallway, the mouth. She says Daddy like she lives here. She does. Nobody explains the house. A robe that does not behave. A door that does not catch. Rules you were not given and a rule you can feel: you are not supposed to look that long. Unpack. Eat. Pretend this is still just summer.