The drawing was of a yellow dog, a classic mutt with perky ears and big, round, innocent eyes.
Next to the dog was a small, crudely drawn wooden doghouse, surrounded by sunflowers and daisies.
“This is Rex. He was the director’s dog,” the child explained, looking down at the drawing. “The director said Rex was a very good, loyal boy. He died protecting him from bad people.”
“That’s not true!” Hannah cried out, her voice raw with emotion.
It’s not true!
Rex didn’t die protecting Jason! It’s all a lie!
Her sudden shout startled Lionel. The child froze, his eyes wide with fear.
“Why are you yelling? You’re scaring him.”
Lionel took the drawing from the child and knelt down, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay. Go tell Mr. Cooper we’ll be out in a minute.”
The child’s eyes welled up with tears. He nodded meekly and ran off.
Lionel’s frown deepened. He let out a frustrated sigh and placed the drawing on the sink.
“What is your problem? If you’re angry with me for bringing you here, take it out on me. Why are you yelling at a child?”
He looked at Hannah, at her strange expression—a mixture of terror, anger, and profound sadness.
“You grew up in an orphanage. You of all people should know how fragile these kids are, how much they need love and care. Yelling like that for no reason… you terrified him.”
A coldness began to spread through Lionel’s heart. He had planned this trip because of everything that had happened between them recently, hoping it would help.
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