Blue Ocean.

Anderson woke up first, he reached around and his mommy was gone. He called out softly, "Mommy."

No one answered him.

Puzzled, he climbed out of bed, put on his slippers, and walked to the living room. Still, he could not find his mommy, but Uncle Luther was still sleeping on the couch.

It was already bright and warm sunlight was coming in through the glass.

Anderson searched around and didn't see his mommy. He went to the couch and shook Luther, "Uncle Luther, Uncle Luther, wake up." Luther was awakened by the sound. He sat up and picked Anderson up and cradled him in his arms.

"What's wrong, Anderson?" he asked.

The sleep was so comfortable and so reassuring that he felt better and his palms were no longer hot.

Holding the soft little ball in his arms, he felt so happy.

"Uncle Luther, Mommy's gone." Anderson reached out and touched Luther's forehead, "You're better, no more fever.”

"Hmm. Mommy's gone?" Luther froze and looked around.

Sure enough, she was not at home, and even her slippers were left at the door.

He frowned. She left the child at home and went out? She was just too irresponsible as a mother. No matter how mature Anderson was, he was, after all, less than four years old.

However, on second thought...

Was it because he was home? That's why she was comfortable going out? If so, it was a sign of trust in him.

When he thought of this, he was in a good mood.

He immediately got up from the sofa and picked Anderson up, "Anderson, good boy, Mommy must have gone out to buy you a delicious breakfast. Let's brush our teeth and wash our faces and wait for your mommy together, okay?"

Anderson nodded.

little head kept shaking, and it

couldn't resist placing a kiss on his

Anderson protested with discontent. He had already been kissed yesterday, and he had a

too cute." Luther rubbed Anderson’ hair. He was just the same as he was when he was just a child, and he hated being touched by people. So, he could totally relate with Anderson. "Put me down, and I can walk

your

go back to his apartment to wash up,

toothbrush from

seemed that she had

sensed that

had just gone out to buy breakfast, she

returned even now... Could

his cell phone and

as he waited, he got

no one answered, and he dialed for a second

up in a gradual

almost thought no one

that came from the other side of the phone

"Hello, who is this?"

man answer the phone? And, the voice sounded,

and why do you have Zora's phone in your

a moment

familiar voice and he was able to call out his name, so the other

he thought of

asked uncertainly, "Are you?

Joyce did not expect to be get in touch with Karl in this way — she came

two assistants had explained to her that her diplomatic immunity would not work for the Special Investigation Unit, and

politely and let her be

police department, was also in Karl's

her cell phone rang, Karl picked up the

been a

heard that it was

Zora? Where are you?" On the

in a murder case, so I asked her to come over and I am asking her a few questions. Mr. Warner, please do not worry. After the questioning we will

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