When I finally made it home, I took a deep breath before stepping through the door to see my fath...

When I finally made it home, I took a deep breath before stepping through the door to see my father, Harrison, lounging in his armchair with my stepmother, Mikayla. She wore that familiar expression screaming of bored irritation, the one that made me feel like I insulted her ancestors by breathing too loud. “Well?” he questioned, barely even glancing up from his phone. I could hear the barely concealed disinterest in his tone, but replied anyway in a low voice, “I have something called Common