My Sister Betrayed Me Twice to Help Our Evil Father – Story of the Day

“Hey. Is that you, Emma?” he said as he approached me from his car.

“ …John? God, could barely recognize you there, man,” I said.

“What brought you back here? Haven’t seen you in years,” he continued. “Came here to see your old man?”

I assumed he didn’t know what happened to my family all these years.

“Nah, just wanna check on Cheryl and my nephew,” I said, trying to shrug it off and make it sound as natural as I could.

“Your nephew? I didn’t know Cheryl had a kid,” responded John, with a pair of confused eyes. “That’s strange, I would’ve known since I live across the road from her,” he added.

Now things were getting weird.

Out of curiosity, I asked John about my father after a brief explanation that we haven’t been talking for quite a few years.

“Yea, he goes over to Cheryl’s every weekend. His business partner screwed him over, I heard, so he lost quite a bit of money there. He seemed sad for a while but he seems alright now,” he said. “I think Cheryl managed to bail him out or something.”

“His partner screwed him over? When was that?”

“Maybe a month or two ago? I remember seeing him walking around Cheryl’s driveway, calling and cursing at his phone—must’ve been around that time.”

I decided to pay Cheryl a visit. I had to know what happened.

So, I pulled up in front of Cheryl’s house, rang the doorbell, and she opened the door for me.

From the door I could see my father sitting in the living room, having a glass of wine in his hand—and no, I did not see any kid in the house.