Patrick
The cold doorknob flushes my palm as I freeze. The soft hum in the hallway lights above me as I walk my way through it.
I pause and turn behind me. I can feel tiny footsteps behind me.
"Who's there?" I ask in a thunderous tone.
Leonard slowly slips out from the corner with his eyes all wide, and he plasters the cutest smile on his face.
I scoff— I know that look.
"What do you want, kiddo?" I ask softly, and he runs in my direction, grabs my leg and looks me straight in the eyes without saying a word. "You smell awful. Where is your nanny, boy?"
"She's out there tending to my laundry," his soft yet melodious voice strikes my ear, and I slip out an exhale with a grin on my face.
"I know you want something, and I am no magician to know what that is if you don't say anyt
