Hearing that, Cynthia checked him more thoroughly. “Are you hurt elsewhere? Did the dog hurt you?”
Harry shook his head. “No.”
“Alright. You’ll be fine,” she told him. Internally, she was pissed. How could they forget a child behind? “How long have you been walking around?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbled. “I’m really tired.” His little hands gripped her hand. “Mommy, I’m really sorry. I’m sorry that Auntie hurt Chloe. I shouldn’t have asked her to come to your house. Will you forgive me?”
Cynthia sighed and nodded. “It’s the adults’ fault, not yours.”
Hearing that, hope bloomed in Harry’s chest. For the past three days, he had been unable to eat or sleep well. He kept crying for his mother, which made his father more irritated than he already was. He hugged her again, holding
