##Chapter 11: Skye
Unsure if I should knock, I hesitate at the front door.
Technically speaking, it's Dad's house. His name is on the mortgage, but he shares it with his third wife. She moved in a couple of months after they started dating and pretty much took over the place, making it her own. Ever since then, it hasn't felt like my house. I'm treated more like a guest, which sucks, but there's nothing I can do about it. If I want to have a relationship with my father, then I need to paste a smile on my face and pretend we're one big happy family.
Decision made, I rap my knuckles lightly against the wood and hold my breath. When the door swings open, I'm relieved to find my dad standing on the other side of the threshold.
His lips lift into a smile when he sees me. "Hey, why didn't you just walk in?"