Chapter Twenty One: Find someone who is looking for you even when you don't want to be found

'Two days later: "Eastern headquarters."

"Enea don't run!" I shouted, colliding with a passerby with my shoulder, quickly apologizing. I continued running after my son, who zigzagged among people, pushing and passing them with great ease because of his petite height. "Damn it," I cursed between my teeth. "Enea!"

Suddenly, I noticed from a distance the group of four boys consisting of Martin, Lorreine, Zoe, and André. I was relieved when I saw Martin grab Enea by the arm and thus cease his mad ride. I sighed deeply and with a grunt of disappointment, caught up with them.

Who knew it was easier to kill a human than to keep an eye on a child?

"Thank you Martin. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't stopped him in time!" I thanked the little boy who blushed like a tomato, smiling at me embarrassedly, as I alternated my gaze on Enea who looked at me frightened, ready to suffer one of my less than peaceful recommendations.