EZRA
As soon as I get home, I find my father in such a state of agitation that I must wait a moment at the door until he calms down enough for me to be able to enter, and as soon as I do, he approaches me and with a look almost manic, he starts asking me all kinds of questions, some of which don't make much sense.
"Who was there?"
"Who did you speak with?"
"Did someone recognize you?"
"Did they mention the Pemberton’s to you?"
"Did the Pemberton’s see you?"
"I think the best thing is that you finish this task now, it is not necessary for you to see the girl again, I already have the information I needed, in fact, do not return to that place ever again," he ends by saying, and I look at him in surprise.
"What? What are you talking about?" I ask him.
“Ju
