"Ma, where's Caius? Where's my son?"
Caspian tried to calm me down but to no avail. He already told me that his men are already on it, looking for the child but that's not something that could put my mind at ease. I clung on to him, tightly, as if from doing so, my child would be found immediately.
"Where is he, where?" I repeated. "No one saw him? He suddenly vanished? That's impossible!"
"Keila calm down."
How can I calm down? How can a kid who's barely four vanish from their sight if they are truly watching over the kid? This can't be happening. No.
I forcefully tore myself off Caspian's grasp and walked away, trying to make a sound decision, looking at the large hallways of the hotel, its countless people and my mother who keeps praying for my son's safety.
I scoffed. Praying
