C80 He’ll create the diversion I need

Dad’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his face. "Why do you ask?" he said, folding his arms as he leaned back in the chair.

I shrugged, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just want to be clear."

"Clear? About what?" Dad’s tone carried curiosity, but I sensed unease beneath it.

I nodded, narrowing my gaze slightly