Evan

There was a knock on my door, but I ignored it. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard it today, and it probably wouldn’t be the last.

“Evan, can you come out for a minute, please?”

My dad’s voice was muffled by the door and the music I’d put on, and I was tempted to turn the volume up until he complained about it, then decided I was too lazy to be that petty.

“I’m busy!” I called back.

Only, I wasn’t. I was locked in my room because I wanted to be alone. I hadn't even gone to school, and Dad hadn't yelled at me about it, because I knew he at least felt guilty.

It wasn’t enough for me.

I waited, but there was no word from the other side of the door, so I figured he must have gone back downstairs. I sighed and threw an arm over my eyes, the past few days still seeming unreal.

With no more screaming arguments now, the house was silent, too silent, because Mom was no longer there. She didn’t leave home, at least, not voluntarily.

She found out Dad had started an affair with another woman, an