For three months, my stepdad disappeared after midnight and came home before dawn with red eyes, cut-up hands, and grease under his nails. Then, on my 16th birthday, he apologized for not being able to buy me a car and showed me what he had been secretly building.
“I’m sorry. I’m not the dad who can afford to buy you a car.”
Dan said it at 6:40 on the morning of my 16th birthday, still wearing yesterday’s work shirt.
He wouldn’t look at me.
Instead, he stood at the kitchen counter turning an old brass key between his fingers.
“I didn’t ask for a car.”
“I know. But 16 is a big one.”
My phone buzzed.
My friend Madison had sent a photo of herself beside a white Jeep with a red bow across the hood.
“BEST PARENTS EVER!!!”
Dan saw it before I turned the phone over.
“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what I mean.”
I hated how embarrassed he looked.
Dan repaired whatever people brought into Hargrove’s Auto and Small Engine, and there was never much money left after the bills.
My biological father had money.
He also hadn’t called since I was two.
No birthday cards.
No Christmas presents.
No phone calls.
By 12, I’d learned not to ask about him.
That was when Mom met Dan.
I hated him immediately.
Not because he was mean, but because he stayed long enough for me to become afraid he’d leave.
When Mom gave him a drawer, I stopped speaking to him.
When he proposed, I told him, “You’re not my father.”
Dan nodded.
“Okay.”
Three months later, I told him he’d leave eventually anyway.
Once I told him our house smelled like a garage because of him.
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