Anderson's POV
When I finally burst through the door, the cold wind hit me like a slap.
Seeing the boy still there, his back turned to me, I quietly caught my breath, careful not to let him notice. I did not want to startle him or make him panic—that was how I planned to handle the situation.
Spotting a makeshift seat nearby, I sat down and observed him.
He seemed unsure, hesitant about the decision he was contemplating.
I took a deep breath and finally spoke.
“So, tell me... what’s going on?” My voice was steady, hiding the anxiety I felt inside.
When he turned to face me, he looked confused by my calm demeanour. I deliberately avoided eye contact, keeping my gaze forward, trying to appear composed.
When our eyes finally met, his expression was a mix of bewilderment and curiosity
