Chloe had no idea why the little guy was so drawn to her—it was more than just liking; it was a desperate dependency.
Could I look like his biological mother? she wondered.
After placing him on the bed, his small hand still gripped her sleeve with an iron will. She had no choice but to lie down beside him, gently patting his back. "Sleep, Liam Jr. I’ll stay right here with you."
Liam Jr. stared at the gentle face before him, his eyelids fluttering. After a few moments, his heavy lids finally closed. He shifted his small body, burrowing deeper into Chloe’s embrace. She continued her soothing strokes until the sound of even, rhythmic breathing filled the room.
Once she was certain he was deep in sleep, she carefully lifted the hem of his shirt...
Chloe didn't have words for the horror s
