I choke back a laugh. "You guys are fucking with me, right?" I laugh. When they stay silent, my laughter dies on my tongue. "Right?" I say, shifting. "No, Addi," my mother says. I stand, my chair knocking backward and hitting the ground. The crack echos around the now silent house. I look at the man who, two minutes ago, I knew as my father. Slowly, I wonder what else they lied about.