"Coming daddy!"
Lisa pulled Lyte and ran towards the direction of an elderly man. The man was leaning against a navy blue car as he smoked a cancerous stick.
"Sorry daddy! I-I looked for him everywhere and found him in his classroom! He's talking to our mathematics teacher about something! We came as soon as I found him, I swear!" Lisa apologized with shaky breaths, whether it was from the short run she did or from fear Lyte was unsure.
