Elara's POV
The soft shuffle of my feet on the tiles was the only sound that echoed faintly in the house.
Slinging my backpack loosely over my shoulder, my eyes darted towards the living room and my gaze landed on my dad.
He was sitting on the sofa with a mug clutched tight his eyes and his full attention on the magazine lying carelessly on the center table.
"Good morning." I greeted.
Dad looked up and flashed me a soft smile. "You are up early."
Hovering awkwardly for a second, I quietly took sat on the edge of the opposite couch, watching my dad take a sip from his cup.
Then this question itched at my throat, I wanted to know if mum had lied to Dad too. About the lead on Grandpa's case, it kept me awake all night.
Clearing my throat, I asked cautiously. "Hey dad, did mum m
