I walked behind my stepmother as we entered the house. I was still in thoughts, when we were welcomed by my father, sitting in the living room, waiting.
Lesly's lesson had only started in the afternoon, and with everything that had happened, it was already evening, later than usual for us to return.
My father eyed us, and I could see his dissatisfaction. Suppressing the impulse to step before her when his eyes found his wife, I saw him taking out two passports.
Instead of snapping because of our late arrival, he threw one of the passports on the couch table before him.
Lesly, being prompted, walked forward and bent down to take it. From where I stood, I could see the opened content in her hands, the fake picture of her and my father clearly displayed on the passport.
He had made it officially. They were now legally married.
My heart dropped into my gut, and I wanted to vomit before ripping apart both of these disgusting documents.