Samnýtt hljóð

I hate my ex mom's boyfriend/The father of my sister. So why is he still around? That’s the part I don’t get. My mom finally dumped him two years ago. I remember that night—she was crying, but not sad tears. Relief tears. She looked at me and said, “It’s over. He’s gone.” I was fourteen. I actually smiled for the first time in years. But “gone” is a lie. Because he’s my sister’s dad. And my sister is six years old, with his same eyes and his same stubborn chin. So every other weekend, he shows