I heard my bedroom door open with a slight creak. I rotated my head on the pillow, recognizing the familiar silhouette of my stepdad. I heard him whisper, “You awake?” Without waiting for an answer, he entered and quietly clicked the door shut, the room now in near-total darkness. As he had done at least a dozen times before, he tiptoed across the carpet, seemingly with the night vision of an alley cat. I felt the edge of...