Tabitha's POV
That guy clearly recognized me, but he deliberately concealed himself with his attire.
His vibe was anything but ordinary, and he radiated danger like it was his second skin.
Yet, it was this very peculiar man who was cradling two infants in his arms, evoking an image of a tiger gently sniffing a rose.
Could he be a human trafficker? But what kind of human trafficker would splurge on buying so many clothes for kids?
I glanced at the price tags. Even a simple piece of clothing was expensive, and he had two full strollers packed with diapers and formula.
The cost of all those things must be thousands of dollars. Thus, no way he was a human trafficker.
The babies were still wailing, but the man showed no signs of impatience. Instead, he took out two pacifiers from his poc
