I train my eyes on my alleged father.
"You know, for a dead guy, I must admit you look really good."
"Riya!" Mom hisses.
"What? Last time I checked, my Dad died when I was two years old."
'Dad' gasps, turning to stare at my Mom.
"You told her that I died? Why would you do that?"
"What was I supposed to tell her? That you had priorities that didn't involve your daughter?"
"Can you not call me his daughter?"
"He's your father."
"I don't care if he's the f*****g Antichrist. I don't want to be associated with him. Now someone kindly explain to me what the hell is going on."
"Riya, that's your Dad."
"When exactly did he resurrect? Do tell, mother. We all like a little spooky tale."
She glares at me.
"Can you step out for a moment?"
"I can do more than that. I can leave."
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