Tia’s POV
A tremor of unease ran down my spine as I heard the familiar booming voice of Dennis echo down the hallway. My father, ushered me to sit, his hand resting gently on my shoulder.
Even though he tried his best to hide it. There was a glint of disappointment in his eyes, mixed with frustration and anger. But my father wasn’t one to lose his composure or let his emotions get the best of him.
The door flew open with a bang, revealing Dennis. He was furious and his face contorted in a mask of rage. His mother followed close behind, her lips pursed in a disapproving line.
I sighed, “The mother and son duo have finally arrived to chide me for my actions,” I muttered under my breath, but it was loud enough for Father to hear. which made Father give me a knowing look.
Dennis’s mothe
