Because it didn’t seem natural.
He felt… bad.
“Dad,” Lila whispered softly, “is it night already?”
Marcus’s chest tightened.
It was only mid-afternoon.
“No, darling,” she said, forcing a calm tone in her voice. “It’s just some clouds passing by.”
That’s when he noticed the child.
I wasn’t begging. I wasn’t selling anything.
I was just standing there… watching.
He looked about ten years old, dressed in worn clothes, but his eyes… his eyes were steady, sharp, almost unsettling.
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