Knoxville POV
As I stood in the comfort of my own home, the sudden ringing of the doorbell shattered the peaceful atmosphere. I felt a surge of trepidation as I made my way towards the door, my heart beating slightly faster with each step. Taking a deep breath, I approached the door and peered through the peephole, my eyes widening slightly as I saw my father standing on the other side.
A mixture of emotions swirled within me as I wondered what could have brought him to my doorstep. "What in the world did this old man want?" I thought to myself, a hint of annoyance creeping into my mind. With a sense of resignation, I opened the door, my expression neutral.
"Why are you here, Dad?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the underlying curiosity. My father chuckled, his eyes twin
