Percy’s POV:
I had no idea why I did it, but upon hearing my father’s unmistakable voice, I got to my feet and turned to watch as he approached the living room, dressed in a simple black polo and shorts that appeared too big for him.
The man I was looking at looked nothing at all like the man I remembered. Father barely ever appeared on TV and I never bothered to look him up, so the last I could remember of him was that he was tall, had broad shoulders and his presence was intimidating. Now he looked like a frail old man.
He was most likely in his sixties but looked like he could pass for seventy.
“You look… well.” I said as he stepped properly into the room and took the couch that was opposite the TV.
I settled back down in my seat and was surprised that I did not flinch under my
