Chapter 48 Kidnapper

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As the shopkeeper stared at us expectantly, a pit formed in my stomach. I wanted to turn down the man’s offer and was about to open my mouth to do just that, but before the words could leave my mouth, Finnick jumped excitedly.

“Yes!” he declared, and then he whipped back around to look at me. “Just one look, Mommy, pleaaaaaase?”

My son’s storm-gray eyes were as wide as the puppies’ in the window. He wasn’t normally one to beg so I was a little taken aback by his demeanor, but I was struggling to refuse his request. It wasn’t very often we were able to do something like this.

“You don’t have to take one home with you today, kind lady,” the shopkeeper addressed me gently. “You’re more than welcome to join the boy and look.”

I considered the idea for a moment and then nodded. “Thank you for your

kindness.”

I took Finnick’s hand in mine and the two of us followed the man into his shop. As we crossed the threshold, I couldn’t help but remember being here when I was young. The shop looked exactly the same, but the gentle older lady who ran it didn’t appear to be around.

The moment the doors closed behind us, the puppies in the pen began to bark.

Their hackles raised and their tails thrashed as if we were intruders instead of

visitors. Finnick stiffened beside me, a little taken aback by the sound.

“It’s okay, honey,” I whispered gently, and I squeezed Finnick’s hand.

“They’re just a little excited,” the shopkeeper explained to us when we stopped in ront of the pen. “It’s been a slow day today and they haven’t seen many people.”

I was surprised by his explanation. The main street was full of so many people. It struck me as odd that this shop hadn’t been more popular on a day like today. Had

their customer base dwindled?

Finnick tugged on my sleeve. “Mommy, can I pet them?”

me a small nod of approval. I then turned

and then he turned to

“Of course,

and their body language,

of this when the time came, but for now, he deserved to feel

together. The animal was a fluffy

lap. It wasn’t long before he turned to face me with a hopeful expression and it took all of my effort to keep from caving in.

from the market, but we can’t get a

him so sad was almost enough to bring me to tears as well. I

offered me a kind expression

the cup. “Would you like a cup of chamomile? It’s awfully

the

offer.”

at all,”

didn’t think anything of it, but when I raised the cup to my lips, the steam reached my nose, and the smell of the tea caught me off guard. It smelled strange, nothing like chamomile.

and lowered the cup. Something wasn’t right, I could feel

son. Before I could react,

malice and she laughed cruelly as Finnick tried to

That laugh only grew louder

to rush to him, but I was stopped when the shopkeeper stepped in

his lips curled into a mean smile. “Emmett Keller sure did help with

eyes widened as his words

man knew

once from his cruel gaze that this man wasn’t the shopkeeper

I was.

want?” I pleaded. “I’ll do anything, just

closer. “And if you don’t come with me, your son will pay for it. Someone wishes to see

I interrupted, but the man’s eyes

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