After all, she had been thinking about this for five years, longing for five years, they had a child together; even if she left Swallow City in anger, maybe, Dylan King had already found her, and they were together?
She wondered, how long has it been since they last met? Five months? If Dylan King acted quickly, this child...
The snow continued to fall heavily, and he stood at the street corner, not moving a step closer.
The sound of the child's laughter still reached his ears.
Robert Thomson hid behind a tree; he didn't notice Emma Smith, who was always focusing on her son, nor did he pay attention to her side profile. The little guy ran to the center of the street garden and squatted down, grabbing a small snowball with his hands, squeezing it tight and throwing it in Dylan King's direction.
Dylan King dodged the snowball, which fell not far from his feet. Unwilling to give up, Thomas Smith used his little hands to roll a larger snowball and threw it with all his strength.
