Bright and early the following day, Grace was up and ready to send her two kids off to school.
Suddenly, Allen's smartwatch lit up with an incoming call.
"Hello? Lucas?"
"I'm here."
Grace was stunned for a moment.
What did he mean by 'here'?
Her youngest son had already bolted toward the balcony.
"Lucas, you actually came!"
Grace rushed after him, only to spot a small figure standing unmoving at the entrance of their apartment building.
The boy stood rigidly still, flanked by a stern-looking man in a black suit and sunglasses.
This kid was…
Grace's heart skipped a beat. She dashed back inside, opened the door, and went downstairs immediately.
"Mommy—"
Despite being bundled in a thick down jacket, hat, and mittens, his face was bright red from the cold, and his nose was running
