“What’s the name of your school, Rowan?” Nana asked him as they walked hand in hand around the multibillion-dollar Robinson mansion.
Rowan lifted his gaze to meet Nana’s curious face. “Maple College,” he answered. “Did you know where?” He was still staring at her.
“Isn’t that the biggest school in Tanglin?” Nana asked rhetorically.
Rowan nodded with a huge grin, dropped his gaze, and continued walking, holding onto Nana’s hand.
Suddenly, he let go of Nana's hand and ran forward, as if he were running towards someone.
“Rowan!” Nana called after him. “You shouldn’t run after a stranger, Rowan,” Nana cautioned, but gave up when Rowan wrapped his tiny arms around the person’s leg.
“My friend!” Rowan’s childish voice echoed through the air.
“Mr. Miller, w-we are sorry; don’t be mad a
