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“What is it?” I asked, taken aback.
He said nothing and merely picked his car keys on a nearby coffee table, gesturing for me to follow him as he walked out.
Although puzzled, I said nothing and just followed dad out of the building. But from his expression, I could tell that it was important, I had never seen him look so grim before.
The drive was unusually quiet. Normally, while alone with him like this, he would always find something to joke about and make the atmosphere more lively. But today, he kept both hands on the steering wheel as he stared ahead.
At some point, I wanted to ask what was going on, but at the end, I stopped myself and waited.
The further we drove, the more unfamiliar the roads became. I had never been to this side of the city before, so I had no idea wh
