MATTHEW DAY P.O. V

It was him, I told myself.

The adorable little boy in front of me, who seemed to be around the same age as the Dina, was nothing but Adam's. The same child who was in the boy's hospital and shared the same hospital room as Ruby two years ago. There was a black backpack, he was wearing a black and white T-shirt, with jeans and black shoes. I had the same green eyes and dirty blond hair; the only difference was that he was a little workshop and that he he lacked two front teeth. I looked at the little boy with both surprise and happiness. I didn't realize the Dina knew about him, I also realized that the Dina had friends. I was hoping she did, but I don't think she did. She never talked about them when I took care of her children a while ago or it was around her in general.

I leaned down, the level of the child's eyes, and extended my hand in a sign of greeting.

"It's good to see you ag