The cold of the air conditioning caressed his skin through the small gap in the door. Kendrick stands by the library door, gathering courage to confront his father, Alberto. He gently rubs his skin to remove the coldness that has caused him to shiver. He wasn't nervous, but he could tell when his father was irritated.
He gently held the door and pushed it open, allowing him to enter the library. He shut it quickly, but gently, so as not to make a creaking sound. Alberto was sitting on the chair at the far end of the table, he noticed. Hands are grabbing his hair. He appeared distressed.
“Dad...”
Alberto then slowly raised his head and looked directly at Kendrick. His razor-sharp gaze seemed to pierce Kendricks' soul.
“What's going on with you, Kendrick? What's this news I heard about y
