Grachelle's heart sank as she looked at her mom, who swiftly closed the door to her office upon her arrival. In her mother's arms, her little boy appeared frightened. Rising from her seat, she approached them. Charlie reached out his arms towards her, silently pleading to be picked up.
"Mom, what's wrong?" Grachelle inquired as she finally held her son close. Charlie wrapped his arms around her neck and buried his head on her shoulder.
"G-grachelle... He saw him. He saw Charlie," her mom's voice quivered with concern.
Grachelle felt her legs go weak, but she managed to make her way to the couch before collapsing. Taking deep breaths to steady herself, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through her mind, yet she couldn't articulate any of them.
"What happened? How did this happen, Mom? Why a
