Tristan Michelson
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Nicole didn’t call me to ask me directly.
She just brought her friend to the house.
I was in the living room, deliberately waiting, when the front door suddenly opened. Nicole came in first, dragging a suitcase behind her, then her friend followed suit. They paused when they saw me.
Nicole recovered faster. She dragged the suitcase along with her, pulling her friend with the other hand until they were in front of me. “Clara, this is Tristan, my stepfather. Tristan, this is Clara, my roommate back in college.”
My jaw ticked. She was getting bolder by the day. Did she directly bring her in because she knew I wouldn’t kick them out?
“Nice to meet you, sir.” The Clara girl put on a smile. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
My eyes flicked to Nicole, but she wasn’t loo
