Stepmother

Four days remained until my father returned. Four nights to decide how to tell him his wife was sleeping in my arms in his own bed.

The house was empty and I had all the time in the world. I never imagined that looking for a charger would lead me to my father’s and stepmother’s secret life.

Friday yoga started as a silent game of looks and ended with her body pressed against mine in my father’s game room.

I’d been under the same roof as my father’s wife for four days when she left her bedroom door ajar and told me, without words, to come upstairs.