"Gentry..."
Phoebe Thorne hugged Gentry Chapman and cried. It had only been a month, yet her eldest son had grown so thin his face was gaunt. 'How could she possibly rest easy?'
"Mom... I miss you... boo hoo..."
Gentry Chapman cried until he was gasping for air. He missed his mom and younger siblings so much it made his heart ache.
Phoebe Thorne's heart shattered. She could endure any hardship herself, but she couldn't stand to see her children suffer. With her daughter and younger son by her side, she had no worries. But her eldest son... She truly couldn't stop worrying about him.
Now seeing her eldest son's pitiful state, Phoebe Thorne felt even more worried. Not only was he thin, but his clothes also hadn't been washed in days. His pants had a large hole that hadn't been mended, and on such a cold day, Gentry Chapman was only wearing a single layer of pants, not even long johns underneath.
