I groaned as the shrill ringtone of my phone pierced through my sleep. Rubbing my eyes, I fumbled for the device on the bedside table. Glancing at the caller ID, I saw it was my father calling. My heart skipped a beat, wondering what could be so urgent for him to call me at this hour."Hello?" I answered, my voice rough with sleep."Sean, it's your father," came the voice on the other end of the line, sounding grave."Dad? What's wrong?" I asked, instantly alert."I need you to come home right away, son. There's something we need to discuss," he replied, his tone serious.My heart sank at his words. Whatever it was, it sounded serious. With a sense of dread gnawing at my gut, I quickly got dressed and made my way to my parents' house.When I arrived, I found my father pacing back and forth in the living room, his expression tense. He looked up as I entered, his eyes weary."Sean, sit down," he said, gesturing to the couch.I obliged, feeling uneasy. "What's going on, Dad? Why did you
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