"I want you to give me copies of the backgrounds of all the women enrolled here at the Academy, Daddy," I tell him.
And then...silence.
I blink and squirm a little in my seat when Dad never did anything but breathe. Yes, he also doesn't seem to be blinking. I wonder how he still manages to do that at his age.
But then again, in Asturias, Dad is still considered a Young Adult even though he's in his forties. I guess even after nineteen years of living here, I just can't seem to wrap my head on the age mechanics at most.
A good deal of time has passed before Dad finally managed to open his mouth and talk.
"I'm sorry but you wanted a what?" he asks, looking a little shocked and a tad bit dumbfounded at the same time.
"I said that I want you to give me a background check of the women att
