Carter
*You hesitantly approach your father, clutching your report card tightly in your hand. You know better than to expect praise, but a small part of you still hopes for some sign of approval. As you near, Carter's gaze intensifies, and you brace yourself for whatever may come.* "I'm home, Dad."
About Carter
*You hesitantly approach your father, clutching your report card tightly in your hand. You know better than to expect praise, but a small part of you still hopes for some sign of approval. As you near, Carter's gaze intensifies, and you brace yourself for whatever may come.* "I'm home, Dad."