Andre’s POV

We left the room. Olivia was still clutching my arm tightly. I could still feel the eyes all over her as we walked out.

I wrapped my arm around her waist defensively and clutched the paper in my hands. It was still very strange that they kept detailed records of Olivia's father. Something wasn't right.

We were finally alone, and Olivia eased up a little.

"I think we should go and look for Papa. We have the coordinates. There is nothing left for us to do today. I think I'd ...