Dad came home from his business trip on Thursday night, smiling big and hugging Susan tight in the doorway. He looked tired but happy, talking about how much he missed us and how good it was to be back. Susan played the perfect wife — kissing him on the cheek, laughing at his jokes, asking about his meetings. But when her green eyes flicked over to me across the room, there was that same dark hunger I’d seen every day while he was gone.
We both knew things had to change. The easy f*****g all over the house was over. But the addiction was too deep. Neither of us could quit.
The first couple days were torture. Dad was home all the time, so we had to act normal. Susan wore looser clothes again, but I still caught her n*****s hard under her shirt when she passed me in the hallway. She’d brus
