The urgency in my whimpering made the boy halt in his tracks, his tear-filled eyes looking at me as he shook his head.
He was crouched right in front of me, so small and obedient, his eyes never leaving mine.
After a while, he cleaned his face with his tiny arms and licked his lips with his tongue, seemingly a bit helpless as he whispered, "Mommy, I gotta go!"
I squirmed desperately towards him, shaking my head vigorously, pleading with whimpering wails, "Don't leave, I've barely gotten to see you, where would a child like you go? Can you tell me where you're going?"
He pointed outside and said, "Someone's coming to get me, they can take me away!"
I looked outside the pipe, but all I could see was pitch blackness.
"Who? Who's taking you?" I asked, turning to Evan, "Don't go with strangers…"
Suddenly, I realized how ludicrous my words were. What difference did familiarity make? If they weren't familiar, how could they have taken him away in the first place?
"Where are you going? Can you tell me?" I pleaded, my eyes blurry with tears, full of reluctance to let him go.
He lowered his gaze, helpless and resigned, murmuring, "I don't know where they're taking me. I just go where they tell me to."
"Evan…" I called out, weakly shaking my head, "Be a good boy, and stay here with me, someone will come to rescue us. We can stay together, okay?"
"Mommy, I know you're good. I know you would come to save me, but I can't wait for you anymore!" With that, he turned and started crawling towards the other end of the pipe.
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