My heart ached while looking at Roy who had no answers to give me. “Roy If this a joke then it has to stop, please Roy tell me that this is a joke,” I cried grievously and he embraced me.
“Please somebody should tell me what they have done to my child,” I said and still weeping Roy looked back at the little girl.
“What is your name?” he asked her.
“Malia,” she replied.
“Alright, Malia, do you know of any three years old boy named Mason?” he asked and she nodded.
“Yes, I do, we are all friends but Alpha Harvey usually comes to see him,” she replied and I looked at her impatiently.
“Where is he now?” I asked with an unwavering gaze at her as she frowned looking at the other two young boys. “Malia,” I called to have her attention and she looked at me again. “Where is Mason?”
“The luna
