Okay, so it turns out, our apartment was actually a two-bedroom place. Except my mom and dad, when they first moved in, covered up one of the bedrooms with this fake wall, so dad could keep all his spy stuff and his gun in there. I guess he really couldn't just leave those laying around the apartment.

That's how I figured out dad was a spy. I found the room and it was so cool.

Once I found out about all of it though, it wasn't really needed anymore, so after the fire, we converted it back into a bedroom again, so I'm sleeping there now.