Robbie wasn't as vexed as he had been the previous time. The feeling that rose within him was more akin to a sense of loss.
However, this seemed like a promising lead to Mommy's whereabouts. Hope rekindled within Robbie's heart, and he felt a renewed sense of vigor surge through him.
Robbie was young, but he knew that the more something was shrouded in secrecy, the more there was waiting to be uncovered.
He was determined to get to the bottom of things. What did that woman from Northridge have to do with Mommy?
Why did her figure look just like Mommy's?
Most of all, why did she have Mommy's ring?
Robbie's actions had alarmed her now, however. He couldn't afford to be reckless.
As he was deep in thought, there was a banging on the door followed by Zachary's voice hollering, “Robbie, can I come in?”
“Daddy!” Robbie dashed to the door and opened it. “Please come in.”
Zachary entered the room. He draped his jacket over the small sofa and surveyed his surroundings. “Raina did up this room for you when you were three and a half years old. Now that you're older, would you like a revamp?”
“No, I like it like this,” Robbie said, handing a cup of fruit juice to Zachary. “I only have fruit juice, milk, and yogurt. There's no alcohol here.”
“Ha!” Zachary chortled. “Wait till you grow up. I'll install a mini-bar here for you.”
“How old must I be?” Robbie queried, pouring himself a glass of milk.
Zachary clinked his glass of fruit juice against Robbie's milk. He glanced down at Robbie fondly and said, “Mentally and intellectually, you're already pretty grown up. But your body is still that of a child's, so you're still one.”
“Thank you,” Robbie said, taking it as a compliment.
“Jamie and Ellie complained that their rooms were too childish for them. They're insistent on renovating it. Are you really fine with keeping yours the way it is?” Zachary quizzed.
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