Adrian ducked behind the desk, his heart pounding. He could hear the heavy breathing of his father on the other side of the room. The books kept coming, thudding against the wood and scattering pages everywhere.

“Stop it, Dad!” he shouted, trying to shield himself. “What is wrong with you?”

Jordan finally paused, his chest heaving with anger. “What is wrong with me? You have no idea, do you?” he spat. “You think you can waltz in here and everything will be fine?”

Adrian peeked over the desk, his eyes wide with frustration. “Dad, just stop and listen to me. Will you?”

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