Building anticipation
The anticipation grew, and I felt both nervous and excited. Each day drew me closer to the moment when I’d reveal the truth. I maintained my resolution, knowing that the buildup was critical for the final reveal. My heart pounded occasionally, but I reminded myself of the evidence I had accumulated. This mix of emotions fueled me, encouraging me to remain focused and unyielding.
Building Anticipation
Stepdad’s greed
My stepfather’s avarice blinded him to the coming storm. He went around the home with a sense of arrogance, entirely unaware of my preparations. “Make sure the rent is ready by Friday,” he replied, smirking. His preoccupation with money prevented him from perceiving the finer nuances, which would eventually disclose his doom. His ignorance allowed me to finish my preparations without raising suspicions.
Stepdad’s Greed
