CLAIRE
"Where are you going, sweetheart?" My father is getting ready for his daily exercise, and I mean his walking around the hostel. He seems to be more energized today, and I'm happy for him.
"I'm going to the library, daddy," I tell him as I tie my shoelace. "I just have something to ask Mrs. Frye."
"Really? What is it?"
I pretend not to hear him and continue to bend down as if I'm not done yet. I'm not sure if I should tell him about the email I got from the publishing company in Los Angeles and that it's the reason why I wanted to ask Mrs. Frye for Erik's number. Also, I'm embarrassed to let him know that I'm doing a piece about Erik.
I know my father, and he will probably think it is inappropriate. He will most likely tell me that it's not right, mainly because it's so evide
