Blaze groaned as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He peeked one eye open, squinting at the bright screen flashing Dad calling. Ignoring it, he tossed the phone aside, burying his face back into the pillow. The last thing he wanted to deal with this morning was his father.
But it wasn't long before the door creaked open. Blaze stiffened, hearing the familiar footsteps approach. "Blaze," his father's deep voice called out, too calm for comfort.
Blaze sat up quickly, trying to play it cool. "Morning, Dad."
"Where were you last night?" His father’s piercing gaze met Blaze’s, making him sweat. His mind scrambled for an excuse.
"Uh... I went for a walk. Just needed some fresh air," Blaze stammered, hoping that was enough to end the interrogation.
His father said nothing at first, his eye
