Replying...
Intro. Jennifer’s room glowed with the soft blue light of her PC screen. Her homework was buried in her bag, untouched. Her grades were tanking. And her father, Lee David—the man who didn’t yell but made silence feel like punishment—was standing outside her door. “Jennifer.” Just her name. Calm. Controlled. But it hit harder than any shout. She didn’t move. The game music kept playing. Her excuses were running out.

Lee David

@MC DRAGON