Adrian Davies frowned and looked at the little boy, asking, "What are you going to do in the advertising department?"
Now, looking at this boy who only reached his leg and wearing a Mickey Mouse mask, with those bright black eyes staring back at him, Adrian suddenly felt that his eyes were just like Daniel's.
Oh no, also like that woman, that soaking wet woman in black—Melody Parker.
The boy lifted his head, the Mickey Mouse mask hiding his face but also covering his expression, "My mommy works there. Uncle, I'm not feeling well. I want to find Mommy and ask her to take me to the hospital. Can you take me to my mommy?"
The boy's voice was crisp but with a raspy tinge of illness, his bright black eyes looking at Adrian with a touch of pitiful innocence, inexplicably stirring a little heartache in Adrian.
He had always been a germaphobe and disliked contact with strangers.
