After Lisa left, Alexander closed the door again.Click.The lock slid into place, sealing the dead silence inside the room.The lounge was dimly lit. The air hung heavy, suffocating.Alexander turned around.He stood tall and rigid like a pine tree, his shadow swallowing Ethan whole where he knelt on the floor.Ethan still knelt there, staring up, his eyes bloodshot."Stand up. Kneeling looks pathetic."Alexander spoke. His voice was flat, unwavering, but carried an overwhelming weight.Ethan's back stiffened. He did not move."Do you need me to help you?"Alexander looked down at him. His gaze was calm as still water, but icy to the bone.Ethan's fingers dug into the carpet. His knuckles turned white.He struggled, but finally crumpled under that look.He staggered to his feet."Dad. You and Lisa. Is it really true?"Even after Lisa's brutal words and undeniable proof, a shred of absurd hope still clun
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