Can you take me to go meet her?". I asked the child. He gazed paranoid before answering back to me, "yes sir! She walks comes to the pack, to meet me!".

"Fine then, please take me to where he is!"

The little boy held my hands and took me to the exact place, Harris always comes to meet him.

"Is it this place?" I asked as he shook his head replying to me.

We waited and watched for any sign of her, but it's been an hour now and Harris wasn't anywhere close to the playground, or does she know about me being here as well.

"Hello, Mr. Kazim Habib!"....