(TRIGGER WARNING; THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS THE MENTION OF BLOOD AND GORE IMAGES. )
4 years ago,
MIA VULCAN.
"What is the occasion, Dad?" I ask, staring at the different delicious dishes arranged on our dining table. This never happens in our house.
We survive on outside dinners and takeaways because no one bothers to cook in this house.
Maybe if Mum were more of a family person, our house would have felt homely.
"I wanted to surprise you and your mum, honey. It's been a while since we had a family dinner. I want to make this a normal thing from now on," he says, handing me plates, and I gently arrange them on the table
"I'm sorry to say this, but you know Mum doesn't care, right?"
"It doesn't matter, sweetheart. I will be the one doing it. "Speaking of Mother, the front door opens
