The rain hadn’t stopped for three days. It fell in a steady, gray curtain against the tall windows of the old Victorian house, blurring the line between the skeletal autumn trees and the bruised twilight sky. For Little Puck—a nickname he’d carried since he was a toddler, too small for his age but too fierce for his own good—the weather matched his insides perfectly.
"Little Puck," Derek mocked from the sofa, "running away to find his magic puck? Good luck."
Marcus set the paper down with a deliberate rustle. "Puck, let's not make accusations. Things get moved. This is a busy household now." MomComesFirst - Little Puck - The New Family -2...
Two months had passed since the wedding. Two months since his mom, Elara, had smiled that new, wide smile and said, "Puck, it’s time for a new chapter." The chapter was named Marcus. And Marcus came with a son: Derek, a broad-shouldered, lacrosse-playing senior who smelled of cologne and arrogance. The new family was a puzzle where Puck’s piece no longer fit.
"Mom," Puck said, his voice quieter than he intended. The rain hadn’t stopped for three days
Derek finally looked up, his eyes flat and amused. "How should I know? Maybe the ‘new family’ ghost took it."
The room went still. Marcus lowered his paper. Derek didn't look away from the screen, but a smirk flickered at the corner of his mouth. "Little Puck," Derek mocked from the sofa, "running
"Where do you think you're going?" Marcus called, his voice sharpening into authority.