"Mom is on her way."
The woman took the carefully folded heart-shaped note from him, opened the car door, and was about to step out when the man stopped her, "Give it to me, I'll deliver it."
"Our son said to give it to the captain, to pass it on to a girl called Little Mosquito, make sure you don't get it wrong," the woman instructed.
"Hmm."
The man, with a serious expression, took the note and walked towards the police station again.
Knowing his son was watching him from inside the car, he turned a corner after entering the main hall and disappeared from view.
Approaching a trash can, he tore the note into shreds without even looking, and finally, tossed all the pieces in.
He returned to the car.
The woman asked on behalf of their son, "Did you give it to the captain?"
"..." The man remained silent, stepped on the gas, and sped the car far away.
In an instant.
The little boy felt something was amiss…
But all he could do was leave it to fate.
