Before they reached his room—my son’s room—I had to move.
Slipping into the adjacent room, this old man’s frail, brittle body carried me to the hidden hole I had carved years ago. A small, inconspicuous opening, perfect for listening.
And what a show I was about to witness.
Kody’s voice came first, thunderous, unrelenting.
“Do you have any idea what your stupid stunt did?!”
His rage crackled in the air like a brewing storm.
I heard the human stir, her breathing sharp and uneven as she woke.
“Stupid? If you could just stop for a second and accept that I am not here to fight, then maybe—”
A roar.
It was so sudden, so forceful, I nearly flinched.
“Enough!”
The walls trembled with the weight of his fury.
Then—silence.
Her breath hitched, a broken sound—weak, pathetic.
Crying.
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