Daniel's POV

"Dad, just leave my things upstairs with Esmeralda. Don't let her touch the boxes under the bed." Frank said and closed the door.

Look at this kid. He didn't even say where he was going. He didn't even notice that I was sick.

"Hon, where is Troy going?" said my wife who had just finished taking a bath.

"Your son didn't say anything. Scold him sometime." I said and closed my eyes tightly.

I felt her sit on the bed and come closer to me. She touched my forehead.

"Oh, Hon. Your fever is still high. If only I don't have anything important to go to, I'll take...