Dana stood in the doorway, arms crossed, one brow raised like she was watching a bad soap opera. “Honestly, I’ve been saying for months—no son of yours would be this disobedient.” “Dana,” his father warned. She kept going. “Maybe this Daniel guy should’ve raised him. Clearly, he’s got all the answers.”
Lucas’s jaw clenched, but it was his dad who snapped. “That’s enough. Just shut up for once.” Dana’s face twitched with offense. She held his gaze for a moment, then scoffed and stormed out, muttering something under her breath as she disappeared down the hallway. The silence that followed felt like a vacuum.