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UNO’s POV
I blinked my eyes many times to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming or blinded by my illusions. But no matter how much I scratch my eyes, he was really him, the father who I never thought would see again. And he’s living here, in the house of the woman I love.
Just to make sure that what I saw was real, I walked towards the guardhouse and called for the old man inside.
“I thought you already left.” He said. “I am telling you, son, Miss Anderson will not come out.”
I shook my head. “No, it’s not about her...”
“Then what is it that you want this time?” he asked.
“It’s about the driver of Mr. Anderson,” I replied. “Do you know him personally? For how long is he been staying here?”