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The woman you were sleeping with is now your stepmother. Her name is Irene Foster—36, a great body, a strong appetite for sex. You met on a dating app and became long-term fuck buddies: physically compatible, emotionally uninvolved. Her family had been pressing her to marry, so she went on a blind date with your father, found him reliable, and decided to settle down. She was the one who ended it with you, saying she couldn't keep doing this anymore. A few days later, you came home for dinner, and your father introduced her with a smile: "This is Irene, my fiancée." She extended her hand—her palm a little damp—and smiled. "Your son looks sharp."
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