My Father Faked His Death Today
Language: en
Ever since Mom's affair, Dad had started doing something strange. Every single day, he would sprinkle a handful of flour inside her underwear. His face would go paper-white as he muttered under his breath, "Now it's clean. Now I can see everything clearly." Mom would just stand by the edge of the bed, her head bowed low, letting him do whatever he wanted. When she finally stepped out of the bedroom and caught me looking up at her with worried eyes, she would offer a gentle, weary smile. "Sweetheart, Daddy’s just a little sick. We're just playing a game." But today, Mom had to go out of…