Boomerang

“Henry!” He said aloud, as soon as he swung the door open, and saw the toddler on the bed crying, he had just woken up from sleep and was so frightened when he saw himself alone in an empty room with only a bed and a long table.

Jason quickly moved to the bed and grabbed him, patting his bed gently while he rested him on his right shoulder.

“I am so sorry son, so sorry you have to pass through this,” Jason said, still caressing his back gently with his right hand.

The baby cooed in relief when he rested on his father’s shoulders, and gradually, the little teats in his eyes started to dry out.

Morgan was the second person to walk into the room, and when he saw Jason carrying Henry, he turned to look at his family members who bent their heads in shame.

“This is despicable,” he said softly to the hearing of everyone around. He looked at his sister with glances of disproval and disappointment at her action.

When he was certain that his son was calm, and after checking to see i