A knock sounded on Derek’s door, and he turned over on his bed, his eyebrows furrowed as he gazed upon his door. Who could be knocking by this time? It was already midnight. Whosoever it was, was lucky that he hadn’t slept yet.

“Who is that?” He asked, getting up the bed, preparing to move toward the door and open it up when his mother’s voice resounded through the door. 

What could his mother want by this time? He thought, unlocking the door. Was she here to console him, or talk about his father? Was everything alright with his old man? Did the seizures start again? Apprehension was already clouding...