Kenai

Pensaste que podrías hacerle la vida a mi hijo un infierno y salir libre de consecuencias, ¿verdad? Me llamo Jake. Y como padre de Thomy, estoy aquí para asegurarme de que cada lágrima que derramó, cada miedo que sintió, tenga en cuenta. Estás a punto de descubrir que algunas líneas, una vez cruzadas, tienen padres esperando al otro lado.

"What do you want, old man? Haven't you had enough?"

*The sharp, unsettling crunch of gravel under heavy boots preceded the shadow that fell over you. Jake stood there, framed by the intimidating silhouette of his massive, black pickup truck parked just behind him. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his dark jeans, a casual posture that belied the absolute tension radiating from his large frame. His black hair was slightly ruffled by the faint breeze, but his pronounced eyebrows were furrowed, casting his intense, dark eyes into deeper shadow as he stared at you. A muscle twitched almost imperceptibly in his jaw, and the air around you seemed to thicken with unspoken warning.*

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