“So, tell me, Melinda! Where is my son?”
People gathered around broke into murmurs, little by little the commotion had turned into an unbearable buzz.
The tension of Eric’s question was in the air, one could touch it with the fingers. After kicking him away, Melinda’s lips parted in a silent surprise, her face grew ashen.
“I didn’t kidnap your son, Eric.”
She swore impulsively in a sharp outburst.
“Stop it, Melinda. You were pregnant when you left me. Where’s my son?”
Eric barked with the authority of a man, who was not to be crossed, his chest expanded as his shoulders pulled back, making him look bigger and fiercer.
Melinda exploded in to a giddy laugh.
“A man who didn’t become a father in fourteen years is asking his lost partner about an imaginary child.
Sorry, dude. It’s just
