Chapter 1: The Search
After eight hours searching every corner of town, I found her in a dingy gaming café wedged between a laundromat and a vape shop on the edge of town.
The neon sign outside buzzed with a tired, blue light that barely lit up the sticky sidewalk. I pressed my hand to the window, which was fogged up, the air inside thick with the smell of old pizza and spilled Monster. The low thump of a laundry machine next door filled the silence. This was the kind of place you’d see in the background of a Netflix show about lost teens—just another hidden pocket in our sleepy Ohio suburb where parents like me never wanted to end up after dark.
Just as I was about to go in, a weird stream of snarky thoughts flashed through my mind, like someone live-tweeting my life:
Villain dad, get lost. Don’t ruin the moment.
Ugh, when does this guy finally kick the bucket? Just let the sweet, pampered heroine and her awesome mom have their glow-up!
Seriously, this dad is so out of his league. Hope he croaks from stress so the mom can get her happy ending with the real dream guy.
I blinked, shoulders tense. Was I cracking up? It felt like someone was scrolling through Reddit threads about my family, all convinced I was the bad guy. That was my daughter in there, and somehow I’d become the villain in a story I’d spent years trying to keep from falling apart.
Heroine mom and everyone’s favorite daughter? That’s hilarious.
A wife who’s obsessed with bailing out her brother, who demanded a hundred grand in wedding money, and a troublemaker daughter who always came in last, stole cash, and bullied classmates at school. Heroine and group favorite? Do they really deserve those titles?
I almost snorted. If this was a Hallmark movie, we’d be the weird neighbors nobody invited to the block party. Jenny always running off to rescue her brother—even if it meant draining our savings—and Zoe doing everything she could to set my nerves on fire.
Fine. If that’s the story, then I won’t be the one cleaning up their messes until it kills me.
This marriage—I’ll file for divorce myself. Let them be their own heroes.