Ram whispered softly, "So, your name is Charlie," as he held the little boy in his arms. He gazed at the boy, who was smiling up at him.
A sense of familiarity washed over him as he furrowed his brows.
"Charlie! There you are."
Suddenly, a voice interrupted him. It was Mrs. Atkins, Grachelle's mother, standing before him.
Ram greeted her, "Mrs. Atkins." Her smile faded momentarily as she glanced at him, but brightened again when the boy called out.
"Granny!"
Mrs. Atkins reached out to take the boy from Ram. Reluctantly, he handed him over.
The little boy whispered loudly, "Look, it's Daddy."
His heart raced in his chest.
"Is he..."
"No!" Mrs. Atkins cut him off sharply.
"Granny...?" The little boy's voice trembled. "Are you mad at me?"
"Oh, Charlie. Of course I'm not mad at you
