Rowan
Nobody breathed.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The screen continued displaying my father.
Alive.
Watching.
Waiting.
My entire body felt numb.
For years, I had mourned him.
For years, I had believed he was gone.
For years, I had carried memories of a man I thought I'd never see again.
And now—
He was sitting on a screen hundreds of miles away, looking directly at me.
Like none of those years mattered.
Like he hadn't abandoned me.
Like he hadn't destroyed my life.
"Hello, son. We need to talk."
The words echoed through the warehouse.
I couldn't think.
Couldn't process.
Couldn't understand.
All I felt was anger.
Pure anger.
The kind that burns.
The kind that hurts.
The kind that waits years for a target.
Then suddenly—
I snapped.
"Talk?"
My voice exploded thr
