It was such a small thing, yet it sent chills down my spine. My father’s office was not a place I was ever formally called to. Sure, I had been inside before, to ask him questions, to drop off papers. But he had never actually summoned me there. If he ever needed to talk to me about something, he’d come to my room or call me into the living room.
This was different. This seemed serious.
When I stepped inside, my mother was already there, standing beside him. My father was seated in his chair, his face tired, and worn down. My mother, on the other hand, was practically beaming.
Two completely different reactions.
Unease brewed inside me. This is not good. I swallowed, stepping forward cautiously before taking a seat.
“Okay… You asked me to come to your office. That means this is serio
