Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Skye

##Chapter 41: Skye

I peer through one of the long thin windows that flank the front door, but don't see any movement inside. After thirty seconds, I rap my fist again and wait. Dad's silver Volvo is parked in the drive while Brandi's white Mercedes is conspicuously absent. It's not like I'm keeping track of my stepmother's daily itinerary, but I know enough to realize that she's usually at the gym around this time, which is why I swing by. The less contact I have with Brandi, the better off we all are.

The lunch I was forced into attending a couple of weeks ago is something I won't be repeating any time soon. Dad is going to have to accept that wife number three and I will never be besties.

If I can live with that, so can he.