Her Precious Baby

He glanced down, picked up a piece from the pile of blocks, and attached it to the tiny window ledge. It was a neat little addition.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t have a mother, Floretta. I love you all the same.”

Evander’s tone was solemn, but Floretta was thrilled by the addition to the window frame. He wondered if she had heard him.

Meanwhile, Angeline headed home after leaving Floretta and eased herself into a bath. She even set her tablet on a portable desk to watch “The Journey.”

She had been too busy shooting of late to have even seen her own show.

The highly anticipated series by the major media companies attracted heavy investment in the setting and costumes, making it a pleasure to watch.

In addition, the sequence was particularly aesthetic, with superb editing.

Just when she was getting into it, Angeline was alerted by a WhatsApp notification bell across her homepage.

Frowning, she opened the app and saw that it was Jonathan, who she had not contacted for a long time. He had sent several images.

Angeline suddenly froze when she loaded the file. She grew pale with fright.

It was a boy, of about five, with the most exquisite features she had ever seen. He was dressed in clothes adorned by patches that revealed scars of various sizes all over him.

Some of them were fresh wounds, and others were old. The sight of his skeletal figure looked especially forlorn.

Her heart raced when she realized what was happening. After struggling to regain her composure, she dialed his number.

As if awaiting her call, Jonathan picked up almost immediately.

on the success of your ventures of late,

your purpose for sending

few days. Have you forgotten what your child looks like?” Jonathan’s voice dripped with mockery as if he was taunting

Angeline

was the child I had lost all those years ago, I have neglected

“Speak your mind.”

this child must lead. His alcoholic father would take things out on him whenever he lost money gambling by

uneasy

coming to you with the police,” she said desperately as she

seek, child abuse is against the law. Furthermore, the wounds on the child look serious. His life may even be in jeopardy if he

the good-for-nothing father would do to you in his panic if you insist on taking the child away?”

gradually regained her calm at Jonathan’s words. Her gaze

an eye out for

hearty grunt. Several moments later,

something to ask in return. Consider yourself

“What—”

could ask

felt conflicted, and doubt surfaced in her eyes. Though she was

is my daughter, any accident could

over the little boy, she felt a boulder weighing down on her chest, making it difficult

all it takes to

dejectedly down the side of the bath and into the water.

has been incredibly unfair of late. I’ve been struck down by wave after wave of hardship quicker

With a resounding thud,

“Sublime golfing, Mrs. Yiurk.”