dad demands a meeting
At last, Dad broke his silence. He called a family meeting, his voice steady but laced with an unmistakable tension. “We need to talk. Now,” he said, his gaze locking onto each of us in turn. His eyes, though calm on the surface, burned with a fury he could no longer contain. I understood immediately—this wasn’t going to be a casual discussion. It was the start of a reckoning, one we couldn’t avoid.
Dad Demands A Meeting
the living room gathering
We gathered in the living room, the air heavy with tension. Dad paced back and forth, his disappointment unmistakable. “Your inaction has consequences,” he said firmly, his gaze fixed on me. Jacob sat silently beside me, his eyes glued to the floor. I swallowed hard, the gravity of his words sinking in. This wasn’t something that could simply be swept under the rug.
The Living Room Gathering
