“You what?” his father finally asked, voice low, stunned more than angry.“I said I want to be a police officer,” Williams repeated quietly, his eyes steady, his heartbeat anything but.For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.The rain kept falling, soft against the window.Mr. Wyatt leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You know…” he said, a weary smile ghosting across his face, “for years, that was all I wanted…. for you to wear that uniform. To follow the same path I did.”Williams blinked. “So… you’re not angry?”“Angry?” His father chuckled, but it sounded sad. “No, son. Just surprised. Because I remember the night you said you’d never be like me. You said music was your home, not the system.”Williams lowered his gaze. “Things changed.”“Changed, or someone changed them?” Mr. Wyatt asked gently.Williams didn’t answer.Mr. Wyatt stood and came around the desk, stopping beside him. “Listen, son… I know I pushed that dream on you for too long. But I meant it when I said I w
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