“Sir, There are two boys named Noah. I don’t know you’re asking about which one” Fuck…
“Grey eyes and light brown hair. Always had a bright smile on his face. Maybe he’s six or seven years old” I spoke as her face grew dark. A sudden shiver ran through my body because of her face.
“Sir.. He.. He passed away yesterday.” Wh...what? Passed away? No.. She’s lying right?
“Tell me the fucking truth before I cut you into pieces and feed sharks” I looked at her horror filled face and asked.
