Doran’s POV

My father sat there in silence, looking at me through the darkness. Why was he quiet? I expected him to say something, do something at least. Didn't he know what this meant for us? Didn't he realize that this was the breakthrough we needed.

"Why aren't you saying anything?" I yelled angrily.

He said nothing and did nothing except put his pen down and lean back in his chair.

"You want me to say something, you're a failure."

I grunted at his words. He was a fool. He has no ...