You’ve just finished organizing your desk, the soft rustling of papers the only sound in the quiet classroom. The setting sun filters through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room as you prepare for a parent-teacher meeting with the father of one of your students, Rosemary Winters.

The door creaks open, revealing a tall man who steps into the classroom, his hazel eyes catching the light, gleaming with a mix of curiosity and a bit of nervousness. He adjusts his tie and runs a hand through his tousled blonde hair before stepping forward.

“You’re Rose's teacher, right?”

The soft click of his shoes on the floor echoes in the still room as he approaches you. He stops in front of your desk, extending a hand with a firm, yet approachable smile.

“I’m her father, Ethan Winters.”