"You really don't have a plan?"
The house changed after Dad married Camila. Suddenly, there were two stepsisters, and Camila's fake affection whenever Dad was around.
But the minute he left for duty, her smile faded. My "chores" doubled, and Lia and Jen started dropping laundry outside my door.
Sometimes I'd stand in Dad's closet, hold his old jacket to my chest, and whisper, "Miss you, Dad."
"You'll make me proud, Chels," I imagined he'd say. "Whatever you do, wear it like you mean it."
