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Then came the night of September 26, 2016.

I was seventeen. And for the first time in my life, I understood why ancient Greeks started wars over a face.

“You see a ‘hot girlfriend,’” she continued, putting air quotes around the words. “But I see a man who cries at dog commercials and still writes letters by hand. That’s who your dad is. And you? You’re the person he loves most in the world.”

That was the moment I stopped seeing my dad’s hot girlfriend and started seeing Mira. -My Dads Hot Girlfriend- 09-26-2016 Dani Daniel...

She laughed softly. “Leo, I’m not with your dad for his money—he drives a 2003 Corolla. I’m with him because he’s kind. And because he held my hand at my brother’s funeral last year, even though we’d only been dating three weeks.”

Her name was Mira. She was thirty-two, eleven years younger than him, with dark curly hair that smelled like coconut and sea salt. She laughed when I fell—not meanly, but warmly—and helped me up as if I were a toddler who’d just learned to walk. “You must be Leo,” she said. “Your dad talks about you constantly.”

She touched my shoulder—brief, sisterly. Then she picked up a dish towel and threw it at my face. “Now dry faster. You’re useless.” Then came the night of September 26, 2016

I froze. I didn’t know she’d lost a brother.

The first time I saw her, I tripped over the dog. Not a graceful stumble—a full-on, face-plant-into-the-coffee-table, kibble-scattering disaster. Because my dad, the man who wore socks with sandals and clipped coupons for canned tuna, had somehow landed her .

For three weeks, I watched her like a nature documentary. She painted watercolors in the backyard, humming Billie Holiday. She fixed the garbage disposal without a manual. She called my dad “honey” and meant it. I hated her for being perfect. I hated myself for noticing the way her tank top clung to her when she stretched to reach the top shelf. “You see a ‘hot girlfriend,’” she continued, putting

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“You’re staring again,” she said, not looking up.

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