“You let him take our son!!!” I cried to Marlon; I was pacing around his study frantically.
Tears stained my features, and I could hardly breathe. I just watched a light-furred doctor walk out the door with Mateo wrapped in a blanket and wearing a bonnet as a disguise. My body was trembling, and I could hardly keep my composure.
Marlon seemed too calm for his own good; he was so wound up not long ago but now he was sitting there and staring at me like I was overreacting. My dark-furred son was heading into a kingdom full of racists that would have a field day with him and wouldn’t hesitate to throw him on a slave farm.
“Relax,” Marlon said, sounding annoyed as I continued to pace through the study.
I was feeling hot all over with anger when he said that.
“Dr. Lovewitt knows that
