After taking the time to change my number, my email address and blocking Kai on all forms of social media, we drive to the other side of town to my dad's small, one bedroom apartment.
He's been living here, alone, for the past year, drinking and wallowing in self-pity. After confessing to a year-long affair with an assistant instructor at my mom's dance studio, who was my age, mom kicked him out and filed for divorce. He begged her forgiveness for months, showing up at the studio and at our house all hours of the day and night, drunk. Mom finally filed a restraining order against him and reluctantly, he went away.
He's made a few attempts to contact me since then, but I was angry at him for hurting my mom the way he did. I listened to her cry herself to sleep for months. I
