Chapter 27

　　Kelvin's POV

　　The knock was soft. Hesitant.

　　That alone made my stomach turn.

　　My father never knocked like that. And he was never hesitant.

　　I stood in front of the mirror, my shoulders tight, smoothing wax through my hair. "Come in, Dad."

　　The heavy oak door creaked as it opened.

　　I didn't...