His Name Is Adrian

Valentina took two steps forward, quickly squatting down, reaching out to touch the young boy's carotid artery. There was no pulsation. No doctor would understand better than her whether the young boy was dead or alive at that moment. Valentina removed her hand from the young boy's carotid artery, but she didn't withdraw it. Instead, she reached out with reluctance to grab his skinny hand. She took his pulse. In the darkness, she remained silent. Her jawline tightened bit by bit, and a fierce light flashed in her eyes, as chilling and tangible as a real threat. In this collapsed house, there wasn’t a single object worthy enough for the young boy to run here specifically with his two precious chocolate cookies. With such valuable items, he should have run back to the small house his grandfather left him for safekeeping. Inside that small house was his favorite person, Valentina, the one he wanted to marry. He would be racing to deliver the chocolate cookies to her. Even in death, he sho