"Did you really think you could hide this from me?" my dad yells, waving the cover of the magazine right in my face. His eyes are black and narrowed with anger, yet dull and unfocused, too, no doubt a result of all the alcohol he's consumed tonight. "Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" "I didn't try to keep it from you," I say, fighting to keep my voice steady despite the fear pounding in my chest like a drumbeat.