"There has been no progress in the search," my father's words dripped with frustration and anger. He clenched the edge of the table so fiercely a sliver of the table soared into the air. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, aware that the conversation was now centered around Amari. What made it all the more awkward was that Amari sat just inches away from me.
“The information could have meant to redirect our efforts,” I said, the words escaping my lips before I could fully grasp what I was saying. It was a strange sensation, knowing that my father was completely unaware that the human he was searching for was sitting only inches away from him.
The room hung heavy with tension. My father's eyes, now directed at me, bore into mine, his frustration evident in every piercing gaze. Amari re
