Silence stretched for what felt like eternity. The air grew heavy, suffocating. For the first time, I found it hard to read him. I could not tell what was going on in his head, what fueled his anger, or how deep the storm inside him raged. But it was scarily strong and terrifying.

On the other hand, Dr. Aldrich’s gaze stayed fixed on his son, as if we were both lost in the same maze of mental confusion. He didn’t seem to understand Vincent either, and I couldn’t blame him. I honestly didn’t expect him to, despite being his father. Understanding that man was like trying to read fire through...