On campus, my stepbrother is the hockey hero everyone talks about. Every night for three years, he’s shown up with warm milk, while also tracking my phone and watching me through the school cameras. Tonight I dumped the milk out. Yet he still found his way into my bed, kissed me over and over, and whispered to my “sleeping” face, “Lily, I’m going crazy.” I never pushed him away—because three years ago, I was already hiding my love for him. He believes he’s the one crossing the line, never guessing I’ve been playing along.
