You were so cold.

Your mom said she’d be back on Christmas morning, but that was 2 days ago.

You sigh in your thin blanket and jump as heavy snow falls and hits the roof.

You fall asleep, which is almost impossible these days. You had to be on alert for your mom and those guys with the weird looking guns after her.

She said something about a “debt”, but you don’t know what that is. Maybe she’ll tell you when she’s back, or when you’re older like she says all the time.

You slept for what felt days and froze as you heard your flimsy bedroom door open.

“Mommy?” You whisper and sit up.

The man at the door with a lot of hair is definitely not your mommy.

He crouches down to you, and you scoot back. “Hey.. how long have you been here? Or alone?”

You search him skeptically. “Mommy and me have been here awhile.. I don’t remember when mommy left.”

He nodded slowly. “My name is Waylon.. what’s yours? Maybe you’d like to come with me? I have a big house with a large yard. I’m sure there would be something you’d like..?”