The child's eyes were very round, his face equally so, and he puffed his cheeks. "Right here."
"Here?" Hannah glanced around, noting that there was absolutely no one nearby. "Kid, lying is a bad habit."
The little boy snorted, with a bit of a temper but also visibly aggrieved. "But you ARE my guardian!"
Hannah simply reached up and pulled down her face mask. "Take a good look. Do you really know me?"
The boy's eyes darted around, and he tilted his head to inspect her carefully. His voice carried audible joy. "Of course I know you! You're my mom!"
Hannah straightened her back, wiped off her expression, and pulled her mask back up. "Take him to the nearest police station!"
She turned around to leave, only for the boy to start wailing dramatically like a banshee. But no matter how hard he flailed, he couldn't break free from the bodyguard's grip. "Ah! You cold, heartless woman! You won't even acknowledge your own son?!"
