The next day, they continued their journey. Although Naomi was grateful for the mother's wise words the previous night, she was undoubtedly wary of her.
"Victor," Samson called out to Naomi. It took a moment to realise the boy had been calling to her.
"Yes?"
"Can I tell you something?" He asked.
"Sure,"
"You promise not to tell my mama?"
To the request, she hesitated before nodding.
Samson moved closer and she lowered her head so that he could whisper whatever childish secrets he wanted to share.
"We are on the run." He dropped a bombshell. The normal human reaction to such words would have ranged from amusement at the boy's imagination to fear of whether he was being serious
"From who?" She whispered back.
"My father," he replied. "He is a bad man."
She raised my head and took a good look at the mother who sat opposite me. Only now did she start to notice some strange things.
