CHAPTER 38

"Hey Dad! Do you have any dirty laundry?" I yell from the basement, stuffing clothes into the washing machine. Since moving in with him, I've taken over the role of cleaning and cooking. Dad likes to help occasionally but honestly, I don't mind. It keeps me occupied along with my friends and work. "Just a few shirts for my business trip honey!" Dad yells back at me. I hear footsteps upstairs, growing louder the closer they get to me. I walk over to the basement door and hold out my arms, signalling...