Kyle was barely three years old. He was frightened, exhausted, and had clearly endured something terrible. Pressuring him to speak faster when he was already struggling to catch his breath would only make things worse.
As much as Addison wanted answers, she couldn't bring herself to frighten her little boy even more.
So she swallowed down her own panic, held him a little closer, and patiently waited for him to find the words.
She just hoped that whatever he was about to tell her wasn't something she would never be able to bear hearing.
After Addison patiently calmed him down, Kyle finally managed to tell her what little he could remember. His account was fragmented and occasionally interrupted by sobs, but she listened carefully, unwilling to miss even the smallest detail.
