“All he wanted to know was if the plan was successful. He didn’t ask how I was, how you were, how the family was. Why do you continue to let him return? Why is he always coming back?” I wanted to scream. To shout.
“Sam, I’m not sure why you ever thought Dad was ever behind us and wanted the best for anyone but himself. That’s his M-O, come by to pretend like he wants to see us and then take everything he can. He has always been like this.” I reached out to try and bring Sam back to real life, but he wouldn’t let me near him. He kept pacing in the kitchen, muttering to himself.
I sat back and watched and waited for the explosion. The final realization our father is a conman and always will be. The fact Sam was becoming our father still hadn’t dawned on him. Maybe I needed to get a little less subtle with the hints I dropped. I guess I needed to tell him exactly what he was doing and exactly who he was becoming.
“Hannah, everything will be fine. I know what I am doing and I know what dad is doing. We are both only looking out for you. Just let us do our jobs.”
When I didn’t immediately agree, Sam stood up and put his hand through the wall next to my head. I don’t know who was more surprised when we saw the bones in the wall.