“Who are you?” Her father asked sternly.
“Harold Einstfield.”
“How do you know my daughter? Where did you meet? What’s your deal with her?” He asked again. Harry stared at his face unable to speak,
“Dad, you’re getting so hard on him,”
“Don’t give me that nonsense Lisa. This young man is the cause of the problems you’re facing so far, from the narration your mother gave me.” He said to Lisa not breaking off the eye contact he held with Harry.
“Mom,”
“Look at you Lisa! He drove you to the point of doing God knows what, you’re no longer passionate about your job in the hospital,”
“It happened because I lost my job! Don’t blame Harry for anything, he’s the reason I’m saved,” she said.
“Lisa,” Harry’s voice broke through, he finally looked away from her father looking down at his han
