A female police officer saw that I was in low spirits and came over to comfort me. "It's okay. There is surveillance, and we will definitely find your son."
I forced a smile and nodded vigorously.
Actually, I was not worried about Ashton.
The tragic experience of my previous life was still surfacing before my eyes. I just didn't understand what I had done wrong.
Before I could come to my senses, a voice crying out "Mom" suddenly echoed through the hall.
I raised my gaze and was met with the sight of a tearful and distressed six-year-old Ashton standing at the entrance of the police department. The grievance in his eyes was in stark contrast to the resentful expression he once wore as he tugged at my clothes and uttered hurtful words in my previous life.
Even though I was extremely disappointed in him, I couldn't help but feel sad.
After all, it was my child, the child I had given birth to.
I sighed heavily and pulled him into my arms.
If he were given another chance, perhaps he wouldn't make the same mistake.
It was nearly 11 o'clock when we got home. On the way, I was comforting Ashton, who was still sobbing while my phone kept ringing, but I turned it off.