My son is missing! He was just there and now I couldn't find him! I grieved, anxious. I rubbed my temple, feeling nauseated by the mix of my sick emotions.“Trescia,” a familiar voice killed my stifling guilt replaced by surmount anger. I knew who it was! He always managed to piss me off when I am nearing my lowest point. But what is this? Why is the son I'm looking for is holding his hand? Why are they together?Before I could have possibly known, he reached his hand toward me. “Let me take both of you home.”