Smokes from Damian’s tobacco filled the house when Teddy came home, but he still sat beside him.
“You looked wasted,” Damian said, smelling the stench of mixed sweat and urine and paint on him. “Ugh! Why do you smell?” He fanned his hands in front of his nose, shooing away the invisible suffocating smell.
“I’ve been back to a horrible place. Who would’ve thought that after several years, I'd be there again? And it’s still as filthy as the people who own it.” He sighed and walked away, leaving his father speechless with thoughts about his children’s safety. Until his mind brought him back to the derelict hut amidst the far-end area of their village.
“Natalie? Teddy?” Damian called when none of them showed up. Teddy wasn’t on the stairs, his favorite spot. Natalie was not at the corner of
