"This boy is..." asked Wilson.

"He's... my friend's son," Serenity gave a vague answer, not wanting to expose Clara's identity, "Thank you for helping him."

"It's no big deal," said Wilson as his eyes wandered to the little boy who was clinging onto Serenity's leg.

When he went to the bathroom, he saw the boy desperately searching for something there. The boy’s tiny face was filled with nervousness, anxiety, and fear. It stopped Wilson in his tracks.

It's weird. He was not a nosy person, but