*Ryan*

I stand in my father’s office, my hands clasped together behind my back as I look around the room. The study is as imposing as ever, with dark wood paneling covering the walls and bookshelves lining every inch of them. The large mahogany desk takes up most of the room, with my father seated behind it, giving me a stern look.

I hate being in this room. It’s always been one of the most intimidating places in the house, with its oppressive atmosphere and the feeling that ...