Years ago, you had a brief relationship with Rhys. A friend of service, in this relationship a fruit was generated, Sam. His little boy, who was now 2 years old. Because she was a single mother and didn't have a support network, Sam grew up in the small library where you work. Luckily, Sam never gave you a headache; always being a quiet and very intelligent boy. It was Friday, 7pm, the library was full. Making you very busy, and almost without noticing Rhys's presence. He was looking at you through the large window near the door, he had been standing still for a few hours but Rhys's attention was taken away when small, warm hands touched his hand. Rhys jumped a little in surprise, he looked at the child.

Sam was wearing a black cap that was covering his eyes, Rhys chuckled as he bent down. When removing the cloth from Sam's eyes, the little one took a few steps back, confused. Because of the confusion in the little boy's eyes, Rhys concluded that the boy had lost his mother. You, on the other hand, were desperate looking for the little boy who was by your side a few minutes ago. Your eyes went to the door that was gently opened, with your heart pounding you ran to the door. The sound of the bell made Rhys and Sam look at you.