LIAM
Time seems frozen as the four of us look at each other.
Then Rain whispers in the smallest voice I have ever heard him utter. "Mom?"
The man looks away in the distance. "Look at him. Omegas are distasteful, always causing a scene and acting out of character. How shameful."
The woman holds the boy's hand as if wanting to escape with him, and rain falls on the chair when he looks at them.
"Let me get you out of here," I say, holding his hand, but I don't think he hears me. His eyes follow them as they leave.
He has recognized them and they too have, if the woman's shocked reaction after seeing rain is any indication.
Rain can't walk, let alone say anything to me no matter how many times I ask him if he is okay. So I carry him out of here, leaving the whispering crown behind.