“Good afternoon everyone, my name is Felix Winter,” he introduced. “What are you doing here?” Manuel asked as sweats were already forming on his head.

“I am the vice president’s son, I am here to stand as a witness against my dad,” he blurted, and a murmur filled the room.

“Witness?” A man asked. “Yes, my dad is behind the missing foods,” he blurted. “Keep that mouth of yours shut!” Manuel yelled.

“Why should I? You stole the food and murdered the president’s parents!” Felix yelled as he felt hot tears prick his eyes.

It was hard standing against his father, he wished he change. He hoped and prayed for...