“I like it,” Mom replied coldly, then told him to go upstairs, take a shower, change his clothes and get a good night’s sleep.
Dad didn’t object at all. He just smiled and went upstairs.
As soon as the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Mom grabbed my hand in a panic and dragged me into a corner.
“Evelyn! You must remember what I’m telling you! You must remember! That man is not your father! Your father died in Pinehill! No matter what he says or does, don’t believe him! He’s not your father!”
Dad had come back from the dead. But for our family, it was anything but a blessing.
I had long gotten used to it being just Mom and me at home. Now, with Dad suddenly back, I felt completely on edge.
Early in the morning, Mom left the house, saying she had something important to take care of that she might be gone for several days.
She transferred me some money and told me to take care of myself.
Before leaving, she gave me one final reminder.
[Whatever you do, don’t trust that man. He’s not your father!]
My heart leapt into my throat.
Just as I finished reading her message, I sensed a shadow behind me.
I turned around and saw Dad’s face, that fake smile stretched across his features.