Cutler slammed his foot on the brake. The car screeched to a stop less than an inch from the boy.
He didn't even dare take a full breath as he hurried out of the car to check on him.
A little boy was curled up on the ground, shaking with fear, clutching a small black kitten to his chest.
"What are you doing? Do you have any idea how dangerous that was just now?" Cutler roared, face dark with fury. He grabbed the boy by the collar and hauled him up.
But the second he saw the kid's face clearly, he froze.
The boy looked exactly like Audrey.
Same face shape, same eyes, even the mouth and the little teeth—every detail was identical.
If Cutler hadn't known Audrey was dead, he would have sworn this was her son.
"I'm sorry, mister. I didn't mean to run in front of your car. Please don't b
