I sat at the kitchen table, waiting for the sound of the garage door.
My fingers moved along the creases of the letter, they were already wearing a little thin from me reading it so much.
I stared at the tiles on the floor for a while, trying to keep my rage down. How could she do this to me? I mean, it was my dad! It wasn’t like he was some kind of one night stand either. They had been married and yet she still kept it all from me. That hurt in a way that I can’t explain. It was like someone had stabbed me in the heart and everytime I thought about it the knife just went a little deeper.
I shook my head to clear all the thoughts out of my head. There’s a perfectly good explanation I’m sure. I know Mom, she wouldn’t keep something like this from me with out a really good reason.
That’s when I heard the car pull up and the door slam. If there was an explanation, looks like I was about to hear it.