The Reclaimed Rose (Annalise and Steven) novel Chapter 8

At the school gate, my own son repeatedly denied that I was his mother in front of so many parents. Zachary emphasized time and again that Jessica was his mother.

Even though my heart was already shattered and bleeding, I still tried to convince myself that he was just a child and didn't understand the consequences of his words.

"Zachary, I'll give you one more chance to choose! Take a good look at me, calm down, and think carefully. Who are you choosing between her and me?"

Everyone's eyes were on Zachary. He hid behind Jessica, pressing his forehead against her back. "I choose my mommy, of course!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jessica cast a strange glance at me, then tried to carry Zachary away. "What a lunatic!"

I certainly couldn't let her leave. I hurried after them to block their way. But someone stood in front of me.

I lost control. "I need to go after my son! You can't stop me!"

A flurry of voices chimed in, all expressing their disdain for me.

"Has the trick of human traffickers evolved to this point?"

"Yeah, look at how anxious she is. If we didn't know better, we'd think she was the kid's mother."

"Exactly!"

"We need to be more careful in the future!"

Their disdainful gazes fell upon me, but I didn't have the energy to respond. I desperately wanted to catch up with Zachary. But no matter how I ran, someone would always block my way.

When the police arrived, Jessica had vanished without a trace. Only then did the crowd part in front of me.

Well-meaning bystanders rushed to the police. "Officer, you wouldn't believe how rampant human traffickers have become.

"She came to the kindergarten, trying to snatch the child from his mother. His mother ran away with the kid, and she still tried to go after them. If we hadn't stopped her, she might've really succeeded!"

I never imagined that Zachary would actually leave with Jessica right in front of me, especially after I had come to the kindergarten to pick him up.

I stood frozen, dumbfounded.

The police approached me. "Someone reported you as a human trafficker. Please come with us to the station."

Since I couldn't catch up, I had no choice but to cooperate. "Okay."

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At the police station, the officers verified my identity and quickly found out that Steven was my husband and Zachary was my son.

They clearly hadn't anticipated this outcome and immediately apologized, "I'm sorry. We misunderstood you."

"It's not really your fault." As I talked, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. "Even I didn't expect..."

Zachary, the child I had poured my heart and soul into raising, had just called another woman "Mommy" in front of me at the kindergarten and left with her.

Upon seeing me cry, one of the officers tried to comfort me. "Kids just don't understand the consequences of lying."

They didn't know how to console me after that. They had seen many misbehaving kids, but one like Zachary, who wouldn't even acknowledge his mother, was a first.

I felt completely lost and wanted to leave.

Noticing my state, an officer stepped forward. "Do you need us to take you home?"

"It's fine. Thank you."