Author POV

Mark was in the living room working when Eric walked toward him, shoulders slumped, eyes downcast. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.

Mark lowered his pen immediately.

“What’s wrong, boy?” he asked gently.

Eric didn’t respond. His lips trembled, and he looked everywhere except at his father.

Mark’s brows pulled together.

“Lately, you’ve stopped talking to me… What’s going on?” His voice softened with genuine concern.

“I’m fine, Dad,” Eric ...