087

Leslie

I was searching for dad but he was no way to be seen. I was heading to the study when I saw Oliver in the living room with books scattered on the table.

“Hey. Oliver right?”

He nodded and dropped the pen on the table.

“Can I help you with anything?” He asked with his Irish accent.

“Have you seen my dad and Ancel?” I asked.

“Ancel left for work early. Mr. Valentin might be in his study working. If he’s not in his study, he is either in the garden or he’s gone out. He doesn’t stay home all the time.”

“I see. What are you doing?” I asked as I approached him.

“School projects. Ancel and Mr. Valentin said I should at least have a high school diploma if I decide not to go to college.”

“That’s nice.” I turned to the door.

I was going to leave the room, but stopped in my tracks and faced Oliver.

“Are you okay with everything that happened? You’re a little too young to have a kid in this age.”

Oliver smacked his lips and gazed into my eyes. “I’m great; things could have been worse.”

“My