Ayla

“Freddy?”

Where could that little trouble maker be?

I’d been looking for Freddy for nearly half an hour, calling his name every now and then but getting no response.

It was almost evening and I was worried that he’d stay put for too long.

Normally, Freddy was a very quiet child and most of the time you’d think he was missing but then he was just sleeping, but he had not requested his usual snack.

Now that was the fucking weird part, because Freddy never missed food. I mean that ...