Kidnapping? Extortion? A routine assignment. He didn’t ask questions. He kept the child, waiting for orders.
None came.
Days became months, silently. One day the child looked at him and said, “Dada.”
One night they ran. No-one followed them.
Until sixteen years later. A man held a gun to his head. He was going to shoot.
The boy knocked him out.
The boy smiled.
The boy stood over the body of the man who gave him that smile and said, “Okay Dad?”
And he knew the boy deserved to be told the truth.
Just not today.
Please, not today.
