The white light in the study was blinding. I could see my father waiting in the chair behind his desk, the wrinkles on his face deepened by time. But his cruel heart had not changed one bit.
The closer I got to the desk, the colder I felt, as if the air itself had hardened around him.
I remembered when I was a child, sneaking into his study for fun. It was his private sanctuary for work and reading,no one was ever allowed inside without his permission. That day, I had forgotten the rule.
When he discovered me, his gaze was so cold I froze on the spot.
His eyes were like a lion staring at its prey full of disdain and ferocity. I knew in that moment that he could annihilate anything before him without a second thought.
