Blaze stepped into the house, closing the door with a soft click. The sun was sinking into the horizon, casting long, golden shadows through the windows. The house felt different now. The silence wasn’t peaceful—it was hollow, heavy.
He walked further into the living room, pausing at the sight of his father. Sitting on the edge of the couch, his elbows rested on his knees, head down, as if the weight of the world had settled on his shoulders. The divorce papers were still on the coffee table, staring back like a ghost of the life they had all once known. Blaze stood there for a moment, watching, feeling the air between them thicken with unspoken thoughts.
"Are you going to stare at that paper until it apologizes?" Blaze asked, breaking the silence with a smirk. His voice was casual, ligh
