Chapter 11
Your Light
"So, anything you want to tell me?" Stan stood in front of his son's desk with both of his hands holding on his paunch that gives the impression of "the struggle is real".
Licking his lips, Daniel just eyed on his father. Having no idea of what's going on with the world, what would he tell his father about?
"Ever tried checking the news?" His father decided to finally sit on the guest's chair, even drudge to fit his wide fatty hips on it.
"Why would I bother, dad? I'm sure they report the same thing over and over again. Nothing will ever shock me." He replied to Stan and clears his throat.
"Where were you last night?"
His father caught his attention. Daniel knows his father as a person who never interrogates anyone at all. What changed? "Club, with bros, cousin
