Chapter 2
No matter how crazy in love Dad was, he couldn’t change the fact that I was his only kid.
At my insistence, Dad brought me to the love nest he shared with her.
“Sienna, this is your Aunt Quinn Sawyer. Say hello.”
I tilted my head up, flashed my biggest smile, and said politely: “Hi there, Aunt Quinn.”
This was my first time seeing Dad’s mistress in either lifetime.
In my past life, he’d hidden this woman so well before the divorce, and after Mom and I left our hometown, we never came back
until we died.
This woman was in her forties but looked like she was in her twenties.
She wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous or anything, just ordinary-looking, but she had this untouchable, ethereal vibe that made her unforgettable.
She wasn’t like Mom, who’d spent half her life taking care of her husband and daughter, carrying that lived-in, domestic energy that never washed off.
Right now, Quinn had her game face on and wasn’t responding to my greeting.
Dad gave me an awkward smile and explained: “Aunt Quinn’s just shy around new people.”
Quinn wasn’t about to do Dad any favors-she turned on her heel and went into the bedroom. Dad scrambled after her.
I dropped the smile and started scoping out the place with cold calculation.
This house was really big, with luxurious decoration, new and bright-so much better than our old home.
I made a face-Dad definitely paid for all this.
Half an hour later, Dad slunk out of the bedroom alone and gave me the grand tour.
One master bedroom-his and Quinn’s.
One of the spare bedrooms had been converted into a music room with a piano.
Dad gazed at the piano lovingly: “Aunt Quinn’s a piano teacher. She plays beautifully.”
That piano looked pretty nice.
Made me want to smash it to pieces.
The last spare bedroom was the smallest room and got the worst light.
Dad looked a little guilty: “This is the only free room we have. You’ll stay here for now, and later…”
Dad didn’t finish. Probably because he wasn’t sure about that “later” either.
I was all understanding: “Dad, I’m just happy to have a room. It’s totally fine.”
My maturity seemed to move him. He pulled out his wallet and handed me a thousand bucks: “Sienna, this is for next week’s expenses. If you need more, just ask.”
Dad used to give Mom only
Looked like Dad was making way more money than I’d thought.
Dad ruffled my hair and went to make dinner.
Ha. Living with this woman had apparently cured Dad’s chronic laziness.
Mom never let him lift a finger with housework.
I wiped my hair with a tissue, stone-faced.
Gross!
Getting touched by Dad was gross!
That old hag was gross!
But Dad was the absolute worst!
