Damien
As my voice echoed in the room, my father's demeanor changed.
He turned beetroot red, and his aura filled the room, making his presence swallow everything around us. If any other person were here, they would have collapsed under the sheer intensity, but I remained there, watching him.
Just when I thought he was going to explode at me, he slowly turned to his bottle again. He poured himself a glass of water and drank it. His aura subsided and everything started coming back to normal.
"You are under a misconception here, son. And I don't blame you. You haven't heard the real story from me," he whispered, and my curiosity spiked.
"Then tell me what happened. I feel like I'm missing something important— like something is not right."
