That w*ore of a mother of mine had not sent Damian to any orphanage.

That damn liar.

I had called up every possible place a child could be other than an orphanage like day cares and shelters. He was nowhere.

I had driven miles at stretch, trying to reach the places which did not have any active communication.

None of those were of any success.

" Aaahhh! "

I scattered all the contents of the table with one strong push. The glass paper weight tumbled down and shattered to pieces.

I could not care less.

I got up with determination. There was only one place left where my Damian could...