Chapter Twenty-six

Clarissa

With that in mind, I decided to go look for dad. The study room’s light was on and I believed that dad was inside, probably working on something. I tiptoed my way toward the room after throwing a look at my parent’s bedroom to ensure that mom was sleeping.

When I was sure enough that she was asleep, I slowly tiptoed my way toward the study and saw that door was slightly ajar.

I sneaked in, careful to not let the curtains rustle due to my movements. My father’s study was almost like a library with loads of books and tomes that were all neatly stacked upon the rows that lined through the walls.

Right in the center was a broad mahogany table with lots of books scattered, a few scrolls, and stationery.

A small table lamp was placed upon it and a broad map was thrown open on it. My dad was bent upon it, his face scrunched in concentration.

He rested his face on one of his hands by propping his elbow on the desk, a pencil twirling in his other hand.

“What do you think of the shado