Confused, I inquired, “Aiden, how did you get here? Where is your daddy?”
“He’s showering at home. I rode my bike here.” He pointed his short arm and stubby index finger to students’ bike rack outside my office window next to Plaurrel Street. Beams of sun licked at the row of bikes.
“You came here all by yourself?”
Tiny Aiden nodded.
How and why did kids vanish from their fathers’ lives so easily? I couldn’t comprehend that and probably never would. Colby sneaked away and into the depths of the Bisque Caves, and now Aiden disappeared from the arms of his loving father while Daddy Matthew decided to take a shower. Could humans be so independent at such young ages? I deemed so, underestimating their abilities and charismas.
I told Aiden to come into my office and have a seat. He listened.