Jason’s POV
“Help!” that was all I could hear as I walked around the toy section of the store, looking for the Elizabeth pink dollhouse Daisy had been whining about.
Coming home late for dinner last night had given her the avenue to cry more and more about the doll house.
That girl surely does have me wrapped around her little finger. I focused back on the cry for help, and I abandoned my cart as I tried to find where the noise was coming from.
Soon, I got to a clearing where I saw people gathered and on the floor was a young boy with glass shattered around him, the place where a huge empty glass water tank stood, now empty. He must have been playing near it or something.
“Toby!” I saw the woman called, kneeling near him but not sure whether to touch him or not. I decided that sh
