You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

Anderson pouted with an angry look, "What? Did you do something wrong to Mommy?"

Luther gave Anderson's little head a gentle tap, "Nonsense. How could I possibly. I'm going to do it, and it's definitely something for your mommy's own good."

“It's up to mommy to decide if it's good or not." Anderson "hummed", not buying it.

Luther was speechless, he was talking to a three-year-old?

And now this three-year-old was actually educating him.

He coughed twice, and pinched Anderson's soft face, “Do you still want to have a family reunion? Hmm?"

"Fine." Anderson shrugged helplessly, "You are so pitiful, so I will just help you out.”

Luther, "..."

Pitiful ...

Anderson thought for a moment and said, "There was nothing unusual about Mommy in the afternoon, and after she picked me up from school, she didn't see anyone. She didn't call anyone either. She just sat on top of the couch and stared. By the way, mommy asked me a question.”

a question?

me what kind of connection could there be between some

about it. In the end, he could

do you

things, and if she can get the connection between them figured out, the whole thing will be solved. As if I hack into someone's system, I will all start from the least connected places

Luther froze again.

great logic,

frowned. What was Joyce's confusion? Did it have something to

the living room to look for them

and immediately picked Anderson up and walked from inside the

doing inside the room?" Joyce asked in surprise. “Nothing, just playing games." Luther said and then carried Anderson to the couch and played games

at Joyce. Everything felt so strange

Joyce frowned slightly.

they been up

Ivy packed up, she left earlier

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the day.” After Ivy left, Joyce brought Luther a pot of brewed