I woke up with the morning light slipping through the curtains. For a moment, I stayed still, staring at the ceiling, until I remembered the note from last night. Ask your father about Marguerite. I sat up and reached for my phone, but then I remembered, calling him might reveal his location if I was being watched.
I got dressed quickly and picked up the file from the table. I didn't know what I was expecting from my father, but I knew I couldn't sit in my room and wait for answers. The name Marguerite had been following me since last night, and after everything that had happened, I needed to hear the truth from him myself.
When I arrived at the facility, one of the staff members led me through the quiet hallway to his room. I stopped outside the door for a moment before knocking. “Come
