dad steps in
My dad, consumed by a fury I had never seen before, reached his breaking point. Without a word, he stormed out of the house, his eyes burning with a determination that sent a chill through me. “Dad, wait!” I called after him, but my voice barely reached him as he disappeared through the door. The heavy silence that followed his departure settled like a weight in the room, leaving an uneasy pit in my stomach. My mom and I exchanged panicked glances, both silently dreading what he might do next.
Dad Steps In
mom’s despair
Mom tried to call him back, but it was futile. His anger had consumed him entirely. Dad had always been a stern man, but this betrayal against his son had driven him to his breaking point. “What do we do, Jason?” Mom asked, her voice fraught with trembling worry. I had no answer for her. The uncertainty of his next move left us paralyzed, caught in a suffocating mix of fear and despair.
Mom’s Despair
