Hardin
Peyton’s words still echoed in my head as I made my way toward Dad’s office. He’d sounded...nervous, even though he’d tried to brush it off but something about the way he’d spoken left a nagging feeling that I couldn’t ignore. If Peyton was actually worried, there had to be a reason.
Dad’s office door was cracked open, and I could see his silhouette through the dim light spilling from inside. As I stepped closer, the sight that met me was…off. Dad wasn’t at his desk, sorting through the endless paperwork or poring over council documents. Instead, he was seated low in his chair, leaning back with his head tilted up and his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his expression clouded with an anger that made my chest tighten.
For a moment, I hesitated, almost considering turning back but I for
