Evans's POV
The words cut deep, piercing through the armor I thought I had built around my heart.
My son's declaration of hatred shattered the fragile facade of normalcy I had desperately clung to.
In that moment, the weight of his words pressed down on me, suffocating any semblance of peace.
Clutching my fist, I felt the familiar sting of fear gripping my insides.
For so long, I had harbored a singular dread, but now, facing the reality of my children's resentment, I realized that fear had multiplied, consuming me whole.
"What have I done?" The question lingered in the air, a whisper of self-condemnation. I had failed as a husband, failed as a father, and now I reaped the bitter harvest of my shortcomings.
Forced to confront the consequences of my actions, I mustered a bitter sm
