65 - Fred

I went down the stairs feeling all the air of concern coming from my family. My grandfather and my mother talked in whispers, making different facial expressions, seemed nervous and with good reason. I owed everyone an explanation.

I was still tense with the thought that Joana was still on the loose and the worst, my search and now looking for Becca. It seemed that the more I tried to protect her, the more I hurt her. It left me completely lost, stunned. There was no one in that world that I wanted to protect more than her.

“ Friederich! "My mother said low, certainly so that Becca couldn't hear upstairs. “How is she?”

"You need to change the lane..." I looked in Pauline's direction, watching her nod and quickly go up to the second floor.

Greta, the maid offered, was still in the room serving drinks for Maddie and Ethan, I looked at her with an ugly face so that she understood that the subject was familiar, she withdrew quickly.

"So what...? "My mother looked at me with one of her eye