Lucas dropped his bag.Facing the impossible
Between two brick walls, half hidden behind a concrete block, he saw him.
A little boy of about one year old, sitting alone on the floor. His clothes were impeccable. A thin gold bracelet shone on his wrist, engraved with two initials.
H.D.
"Someone rich... Lucas whispered.
The baby raised his arms towards him.
This simple gesture made Lucas' blood run cold.
A street child holding a well-dressed baby? Adults would not listen to his explanations. They would judge without delay.
However, the tears redoubled.
Lucas clenched his fists. He knew that feeling in his chest: waiting for someone who doesn't come.
Then he knelt down.
"Okay... I stay. »
