Cronan’s POV
When I stepped into my father’s office, all of the old memories came rushing back. I’d only ever been called here to be disciplined and much of it hadn’t been of any fault of my own. It usually had something to do with my mother but since she wasn’t readily available, his wrath would often fall upon her children. Being the oldest sibling, I’d often interfere with any discipline he’d attempt to inflict upon Trenton which meant I’d taken the brunt of the abuse.
A place that once terrified me had become one of blunt resentment. I didn't fear the tendrils of fear licking at me the way they once had. I had very little to fear anymore.
Even before my mother's passing, his hold on me had become weakened. I had grown strong, capable. The most he could do was bark
