When my father married Sloane, I vowed to hate her. I have a mother. Well..., had. I had a mother. A very good one who I'll always carry with me in my heart. But that was three years ago. I was fifteen. Since then, Sloane and I have come to realize two things. The first is that my father isn't the suave man we thought he was. The second is that I'm not the jerk that I tried to make her think I am. Ever...