Orion’s POV:
“Mo–mommy… Mommy got lost!”
The little girl bawled again, her tiny hands clutching her chest as if the words physically hurt her.
My lips tugged up slightly.
Mommy got lost?
The phrasing was almost amusing in its innocence.
“Want to go find Mommy then?” I asked, lowering myself to her level. “We can go to the police.”
The second the word police left my mouth, her entire body went rigid.
Her wide, watery eyes suddenly filled with panic, and she shook her head so violently that her blonde pigtails whipped against her cheeks.
“N-No. No police.” She took a step back. “Police bad!”
A flicker of unease crawled down my spine.
That was… unusual.
No kid this young should have such a strong distrust of law enforcement. Hell does she even know who the police are?
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