Chapter 221

Cillian had never been a fan of children. If you asked him his opinion of them, he'll tell you that they come out as cute devils at first, distracting you from the real disaster with their gummy smiles, small hands and heart melting giggles. But as they start to grow, you come to realize that they're headaches wrapped in a bundle of pretty faces and sassy attitudes. But this child right here, even though it was just by looks alone, felt nothing like how other children made him feel. Gaze lingering, he turned around and faced the child, the action pulling his coat out of the child's small finger. The child stepped back, precisely to raise his head and meet his gaze. Then he called again, voice innocently faultless. “Handsome Mister, please help me find my mommy.” For a second, all Cillian could bring himself to do was stare. Something about this child felt…familiar? “Handsome Mister?” The child called again. When he got no response, Charlie couldn't help but frown. Could it be that this