I whistled as I worked, cleaning the counters with a damp cloth. Kesarra walked in, no sign of Reese. She was frantic, sobs racking her whole body.
“What’s wrong? Where’s Reese?” I ran up to her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking her. “Where’s Reese, Kesarra?”
“H-h-he was leaning to f-far and I c-couldn’t grab him on time.” My heart broke.
“What do you mean?” He couldn't be dead.
“We were walking on the bridge and I-” Sobs stole her words away.
“Did you call 911?” My voice was a bare whisper. She shook her head and I grabbed mine. Dialing them wouldn’t save our baby boy, they would only be able to receive his now broken body.
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The Only Child
HorrorA snobbish mother throws her only child away, faking the death to everyone including the love of her life. Now she has given birth to another child, but what happens isn't expected...
