Chapter 2: The Secret Behind the Sleepover
For several seconds, the only sound in the house was the faint music coming from Tessa's phone.
Denise pressed her lips together.
"Tessa, go upstairs.""
"But Mom—"
"Now.""
Tessa placed the cushion on the sofa.
She looked at Miles, then at her father.
Finally, she picked up her phone and disappeared up the staircase.
Leon watched her go.
Then he turned back to Denise.
"Why did she say that?""
Denise rolled her eyes.
"She's twelve, Leon. She says things without thinking.""
"Then why did she tell you not to mention Miles?""
Denise walked toward the kitchen.
"Can we please not turn this into a family interrogation?""
The woman on the phone was still waiting.
"Denise? Should we come or not?""
Denise forced a laugh.
"I'm sorry, Karen. We've had a little family disagreement. We're going to have to cancel tonight.""
"Oh. Is everything all right?""
"Yes. Just a scheduling issue.""
Leon looked at her.
A scheduling issue.
That was what she called throwing a child out of his father's house.
"All right," Karen replied.
"I'll let the other parents know.""
Denise ended the call.
She placed her phone on the counter with more force than necessary.
"There. Happy?""
Leon didn't raise his voice.
"No. I'm trying to understand why my son arrived for his scheduled weekend and found his belongings on the porch.""
Denise folded her arms.
"Because Tessa has been planning this for weeks.""
"And Miles has been planning to spend this weekend with me for weeks.""
"He's fifteen. He can come another time.""
Miles stood quietly near the staircase.
He wished he could disappear.
He had imagined this weekend differently.
He had planned to show his father a science project, watch an old action movie, and maybe convince him to take him to the basketball court on Saturday morning.
Instead, he was standing in the hallway listening to two adults argue about whether he deserved to be there.
Leon noticed his expression.
"Miles, why don't you take your bag upstairs? Your room is exactly where you left it.""
Miles hesitated.
"Are you sure?""
Leon gave him a small smile.
"I'm sure.""
Miles picked up the bag.
As he walked upstairs, he heard Denise whisper.
"You always do this.""
Leon replied, "Do what?""
"Make me the villain.""
Miles continued walking.
He didn't want to hear the rest.
His bedroom smelled faintly of laundry detergent and the old wooden furniture. The blue curtains were still hanging beside the window.
His basketball posters remained on the walls.
But something had changed.
A cardboard box sat near the wardrobe.
Miles frowned.
He placed his bag down and walked toward it.
Inside were several of his belongings.
Old school notebooks.
A framed photograph of him and Leon at a baseball game.
A small wooden model airplane his mother had helped him build when he was eight.
The photograph had been placed face down.
Miles picked it up.
A crack ran across the glass.
He stared at it for a long moment.
Then he heard footsteps behind him.
Leon stood in the doorway.
"What are you doing with that box?""
Miles quickly put the photograph back.
"Nothing.""
Leon walked into the room.
He looked inside the box.
His jaw tightened.
"Who put this here?""
"I don't know.""
Leon lifted the photograph carefully.
"Was this broken before?""
Miles shook his head.
"No.""
Leon looked at his son.
"How long has this been happening?""
Miles shrugged.
"It's not a big deal.""
"Son.""
Miles stared at the carpet.
"Sometimes Denise says I take up too much space.""
Leon said nothing.
"She says the house is smaller when I'm here. And Tessa gets upset when I use the living room.""
Leon slowly lowered the photograph.
"Has she told you not to come back?""
Miles didn't answer immediately.
Then he whispered, "She said you'd be happier if I just visited when Tessa wasn't around.""
Leon closed his eyes for a second.
He had spent months believing the occasional complaints were ordinary disagreements.
Denise had always described them as minor misunderstandings.
Miles was quiet.
Tessa was sensitive.
The house was busy.
Everyone needed to compromise.
But now his son was standing in front of him, trying to apologize for existing in a house that belonged to his own father.
Leon put the photograph on the desk.
"Listen to me. You don't have to earn your place here.""
Miles looked up.
"Even when Tessa has friends?""
"Even then.""
"Even if Denise gets upset?""
Leon took a breath.
"Especially then.""
A soft knock interrupted them.
Tessa stood at the doorway.
"Can I talk to Dad?""
Leon nodded.
Miles moved toward his bed.
Tessa looked uncomfortable.
She held her phone in both hands.
"Mom's downstairs," she said.
"I know," Leon replied.
Tessa glanced at Miles.
Then she looked down.
"Can I talk to you alone?""
Miles immediately stood.
"I'll go downstairs.""
Leon gently touched his arm.
"You don't have to leave your room.""
But Miles walked past Tessa anyway.
He didn't want another argument to happen because of him.
As he descended the stairs, he heard Tessa close the bedroom door.
Downstairs, Denise was typing furiously on her phone.
She looked up when Miles entered.
"Your father is making everything difficult.""
Miles didn't respond.
Denise turned her screen toward him.
"Look at this. I've already had to message the parents and explain why the evening is canceled.""
Miles swallowed.
"I'm sorry.""
Denise stared at him.
"You should have thought about that before coming.""
The words were quiet.
Almost conversational.
Miles looked at her.
"But Dad said I could.""
Denise gave a cold smile.
"Your father says a lot of things.""
Miles didn't answer.
A few moments later, Leon came downstairs with Tessa.
His expression was different now.
He looked directly at Denise.
"Where did the box in Miles's room come from?""
Denise barely glanced at him.
"I've been organizing.""
"Why were his belongings packed?""
"Because that room needs sorting.""
Leon picked up the damaged photograph from the small table where he had left it.
"And this?""
Denise sighed.
"Leon, it was an accident.""
Miles stood beside the staircase.
Tessa suddenly spoke.
"It wasn't an accident.""
Denise turned.
"Tessa.""
The girl looked frightened, but she continued.
"Mom told me to put Miles's things in the box.""
The room went silent.
Leon looked at his stepdaughter.
"When?""
"Last Tuesday.""
Denise's face hardened.
"That's enough.""
Tessa shook her head.
"You said he wasn't going to stay here anymore.""
Leon slowly turned toward his wife.
"Is that true?""
Denise opened her mouth.
Then she looked at Tessa.
And for the first time, her daughter seemed more afraid of her than of the argument itself.
"Tell him what you told me," Denise snapped.
Tessa's eyes filled with tears.
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Then she whispered the words that made Leon's entire expression change.
"Mom said she was going to make Dad choose between me and Miles.""
