Trapped in the Door

God? What kind of twisted, sick joke are you playing on me right now?

The agonizing silence stretches through the cramped law office. I stand rigidly beside Vance, deeply humiliated, as the gravity of his reckless introduction crashes over us. His father, Arthur, just stares back at me. His sharp features contort into a mask of pure confusion. He blinks, clearly trying to process the impossible