I Became the Guardian of My Five Sisters – Two Years Later, Our Father Came Back to Take Our House, but He Didn’t Expect the Trap I Had Set for Him

I opened it without thinking.

And there he was.

My father.

For a moment I just stared at him. He looked older, softer around the middle, but not softer anywhere that mattered. He smiled as if this were a friendly visit, as if men could vanish for years and return expecting politeness.

“Wow,” he said, peering past me into the house. “You’ve really settled in nicely here.”

My whole body went cold.