Dear Adam : bond of taste

Pov Retta.

In the corner of the city I started walking with my footsteps. The despair that I have felt all this time when I lost him. Everything felt so faded that I could never fight my heart until now. I looked up at a sky that was now very spooky. " what should i do ? " i started to walk my feet with pain.

"My child!" repeatedly called where my son was because I was very afraid that the man would take my son.

My two little footsteps are looking for where my Son is. I never thought that the man was her favorite.

My eyes began to look around a corner of the city from end to end.