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“That’s disgusting. Why would you even—”

Mom nudged him with her elbow, hissing at him to stop because his words were no use. We knew, and they were caught. And by Mom’s reaction, it didn’t seem like she cared too much.

“How long?” Mom asked, looking between Dad and me. “And did you know, too?”

“I’ve known since you two started going at it. In summer, that was. I’ve watched you a few times too, actually. And Tate over here had her suspicions before I had the chance to tell her. But, yes, she knew.”

“Motherfucker,” Ronan muttered, hiding his face in his hands.

“Exactly.” Dad raised a brow at him, amusement dancing in his eyes.

What did that make me? A dadfucker? No, there was no such thing.

Not in the vocabulary, at least. But in reality, I was one. Because I let Dad fuck me.

I played with my fingers, feeling extremely nervous and somewhat anxious.

I wasn’t ready for them to know about Dad and me.

What if they wouldn’t accept it?

Though, if they wouldn’t, they were hypocrites.

“And why did you feel the need to out us like this, Reid?” Mom asked, sounding confronting.

I dropped my gaze again and wished to not be here for what Dad said next. I couldn’t take it, but I guessed that if they had to go through this, I would have too. I was just like them, and they had to understand and not get angry, right?

Cracking my knuckles, I tried my best to calm myself down. nothing really helped though, and my anxiety went through the diner’s roof.

“Because I figured it was only fair to tell you that Tate and I had been doing the same. We’ve been intimate throughout this trip. And let me tell you, Ainsley, it’s been the best.”

Dad’s words were mocking her, and they were mean. Why did he act this way with her? I thought they loved each other.

I furrowed my brows, still no able to look up, but I could feel Mom’s eyes on me. She was glaring at me, which only made this worse.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hiccupping as my throat thickened with emotions.

“Don’t.” Dad put his hand on my thigh and squeezed it, and I dared to look at him. His expression was soft. Unlike Mom’s, I figured. “We’re all the same here.”

“Apparently,” Ronan muttered. “Shit…you know this is some kind of sickness we have, right? No normal family would ever do shit like this.”

“We love each other. That’s why we do it,” Dad told him.

Nothing was making sense anymore.

How was this okay?

How was everyone so calm during this revelation? Surely, I must’ve missed out on something. Why else was I the only one thinking that this was way too twisted to be real?

“What now?” Ronan asked. “Do we just continue like this?”

“What else would we do? Stop?” Mom shot back. Her eyes weren’t on me anymore, but I could still sense a type of jealousy directed my way.

Why would she be jealous? Because Dad was fucking me?

She shouldn’t be jealous. Clearly, she had more fun with Ronan than with Dad. I had nothing to do with her.

I finally looked at her, and our eyes met.

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