“Where is Vitya? Who did you give my son to? Why isn’t he in the group?” I frantically look around, but I can’t see the boy anywhere, and panic rises inside me.
“He was taken by his father,” the caretaker answers calmly. “I wasn’t allowed not to give the child to his father if he came for him. I acted according to the rules.”
My face goes numb, my breath catches, like my throat has been squeezed.
The ex-husband really did it… he carried out his threats.
“You shouldn’t have let him go,” I say barely audibly, gripping the railing because my legs are giving way.
“And why?” she asks, clearly confused.
“He kidnapped him…” the words burst out of me. “Don’t you see?!”