Hearing her words, I fell apart once again, tears gushing from my eyes like a broken dam, "So, you're saying that he..."
"About 30 feet from where the shoe was found, there's a storm drain and it’s uncovered." A officer said seriously. His words were a sledgehammer to my already shattered hopes.
Suddenly, it all made sense. When I saw him at that night, he was soaking wet and covered in filth, even his eyelashes were beaded with droplets of water.
It was unbelievable, and no wonder his hands were as cold as ice.
"How could this happen? He's just a child, so young. His life had barely begun. How could this be?" I sobbed uncontrollably, muttering to myself.
As a mother, I couldn't face this reality. He was only missing, and why was he taken to the outskirts of the city? Why was he dead?
That word "dead" at this moment was too painful for me to bear.
Hannah tried to comfort me.
Suddenly, a question occurred to me, and I choked out to the officers, "Why did you go there all of a sudden and find this shoe? What led you there? Was there a clue? Can you tell me? I want to know." I looked at them almost pleadingly, waiting for their answers.
The female officer who had been communicating with me glanced at her partner, seemingly asking for his approval. After a moment of thought, he nodded, and she spoke, "A local from the village on the outskirts of the city reported it. He said he saw a man in a raincoat with a child on the night of the 20th. It was pouring, and the child wasn't wearing anything to keep himself dry, just clinging tightly to the man's neck, drenched like a drowned rat.
According to the local, he initially cursed the man for being irresponsible, wrapping himself up while letting the child get soaked in the rain. But then he thought it was odd for someone to be out with a child so late in this weather, so he reported it."
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