Chapter 45

Please

My back hit the bare floor hard, my hands clutching my heart, and my eyes widened in shock. “The white pieces, the two guys before me, and the footsteps approaching from behind, Henry sitting in his carrier—what just happened?”

“Noooo!” I screamed.

My eyes filled with uncontrollable tears as they rolled down voluntarily. The crowd around me became more intense by now, some with concern written on their faces. Many felt sorry but were confused by the whole scene I displayed. Some murmured among themselves, whispers everywhere but nothing made sense to me.

“Where is my son? Where is Henry?” I asked, my eyes scanning everywhere. I threw myself on the floor. By now, I could feel the numbness in my limbs gradually dissipating, but that didn't matter unless I set my eyes on Henry. He was just a year old and too tender to be in danger.

“No replies? No, no, this can't be happening,” I sobbed even more. What would I do without my son, my bundle of joy? Where have they taken him? Was he