The police have him again. This time, they're not as friendly as they were when the nice lady with the umbrella called them. They have him in a small room and they've given him hot chocolate, but they won't leave him alone and they keep giving him hard, angry looks.
He knows he deserves it. He's done a terrible thing.
But he doesn't like this room. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't like the way that one of them keeps asking him the same questions over and over about what happened in the hospital, even if she pretends to be nice about it and gives him breaks when he wants them.
"I don't know," he keeps crying to her. "I don't know. I don't remember."
But then the door opens. "His father's here," says a man and the boy sits up in surprise. It never occurred to him that he might have a father.
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He knows he deserves it. He's done a terrible thing.
But he doesn't like this room. He doesn't want to be here. He doesn't like the way that one of them keeps asking him the same questions over and over about what happened in the hospital, even if she pretends to be nice about it and gives him breaks when he wants them.
"I don't know," he keeps crying to her. "I don't know. I don't remember."
But then the door opens. "His father's here," says a man and the boy sits up in surprise. It never occurred to him that he might have a father.