Chapter 24

• “Mother? Why are we here?” the four-year old dark-haired, blue-eyed boy asked his mother as she led him to a dingy warehouse in the red light district of the town.
• “I have to work! Now shut up, brat!” the brunette woman, who had the same eyes as her son, snapped at him.
• The child stayed quiet. He never liked coming to work with his mother. These people made her wear weird clothes and walk on a stage. Then some big, mean-looking man would go up on the stage and touch her, taking her clothes off and doing things to her. Sometimes they even made him watch. But what he felt most disturbed with was the fact that these people now looked at him uncomfortably.