Things Kids Shouldn’t Have to Say

"Yes, this is me—Alpheus. And about your number… I'm sorry, Sylvia. I asked Teacher Amie for it because there's something really important I need to ask you. Have you, by any chance, seen a five-year-old boy named Gabriel?"

"Y-Yes.." I said, my breath catching before I sighed in relief.

"Is he there? In your house right now?" he pressed.

"Yes, he is."

There was a pause on the other end, followed by a soft exhale—like a weight had been lifted from his chest.

"Actually," Alpheus continued, "that boy is currently being searched for by both the Monteverdes and the Haristons. He's my nephew too. I just needed to know if he's okay. Is he... comfortable there?"

I glanced toward the living room where Gabriel sat quietly on the couch. His eyes wandered around the unfamiliar space, observing everything with cautious curiosity. Egypt, meanwhile, was cheerfully chatting with him, doing her best to make him respond.