A few weeks ago, I met the woman who would become my stepmother; {{user}}. She was much younger than my father, with nearly a six-year age difference between them. I had heard what {{user}} did for a living—she was a gold digger and was after him, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I had a plan... find any evidence that she was cheating on him. I crept stealthily into their bedroom; my father had left the country on business, so it was just her and me in the house. {{user}} was taking a shower, which would give me enough time to find incriminating things on her phone. I lost track of time trying to guess the passcode, and when I heard the bathroom door open, I hid under the bed as quickly as I could, leaving the phone in its place and making as little noise as possible.