POV’s Philip
When I was a kid, he’d always just been cold and sharp-tongued. Now, all he’d ever talk about was how I needed to focus on my future working at the company. He let me play hockey only because it made my tuition cheaper. But he still had his expectations.
I felt my entire body tense up when the doorbell rang in the afternoon, and my mom opened it.
There he was.
He was good to my mom, which is why I tried to tolerate him. After all, if he hadn’t suddenly made it big in the business world, we’d still be living in that shithole in the slums.
And my mom would still be at her old job.
“Hey, kid. It’s your birthday today, right?” Kenny swaggered up to me, wearing that same s**t-eating grin.
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
My mom swept into the room, a big smile on her face as she ushered
