| Running Away

𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋

DANIEL

After pouring the drink, I shot him a sideward glance. "That's very much unlike you, Dad. Drinking before noon."

"Oh, trust me, it's not the first time." He took a seat on one of the leather couches, rubbing his palm down his face. Then I notice how tired he looked with the bags of fatigue under his eyes. The old man was getting — well, old.

"Dad, are you okay?" I handed him his drink.

"What do you think? Our family is on the verge of a full-on war. My son is a walking time bomb because of some woman. And I have a nephew with the potential to be the next American psycho walking around the house."

I took a seat across from him. "You forgot having James as a future son-in-law."

"Don't remind me." He rubbed his temples, and I was once again reminded why I wasn't envious of my dad, or Antonio, for that matter. All the worries and responsibilities causing the wrinkles around my father's eyes would one day be Antonio's. Thank God for the whole "the firstborn will