Leo was so good; he never wandered off, and he always looked for her as soon as he woke up.
She knew Leo was afraid of being alone, so she had only walked nearby, confident that Leo would see her when he woke up.
Anna Jadwin's gaze fell to the ground, where a pair of little shoes remained.
Anna Jadwin's heart clenched tight—had someone taken him instead of him walking away on his own?
Her gaze shot towards Wayne Bailey, she strode over quickly, and threw the pair of little shoes at him, "Where have you taken Leo? He gets scared on his own; give him back to me right now!"
Wayne Bailey slowly furrowed his brows.
"Where's Leo? Where exactly did you have him taken?"
"I didn't take him."
Three words struck her heart like a dull blow.
Wayne Bailey wasn't the kind of man to lie or obstinately deny things. And it was his own child—if he'd taken him, he'd say he had; if not, then not—there was no need for pretense—
