Charles’ POV.-I pace back and forth, biting my nails with shuddering tension before the wooden door. Mother took the boy the moment she saw him, and together with two other caretakers, they disappeared behind this door in the basement.It will break me if the boy doesn’t make it. Need to stay positive...need to stay positive.I stop my pacing to a buzzing sound in my pants and I fish out my phone with slippery hands, nearly having it fall as I rush it against my ear. Unfortunately, I miss the call and hiss to see it was a call from Christian.“Fuck me.”The door comes open just then to reveal Mother. I hasten towards her, rushing her questions, “Is he awake? Was he badly injured? Does he feel better now? Is he hungry?-”She chuckles and cuts me off, “One at a time, Son.” Then she turns to look behind her, making me emulate the same as she says, “The bullet brushed him, and he’s doing better now. He’ll be up after needed rest.”She turns to me, with gentle eyes assessin
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