Renée went to the security officer near the ticket booth.
"Excuse me, monsieur, this little boy is lost, can you help us?"
The bearded tall man flicked his light eyes towards the boy,
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you, a certain procedure needs to be followed and you've to go the police station and tell them where you found him" he said in an even tone before heading away, while Renée gaped at him, as she turned to Noah, who had tightened his grip on Renée's hand.
"Renée, please take me to my mother" he said in a pleading tone.
Renée sighed, it seemed like it was the world's conspiracy to keep delaying her departure from the earth.
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One Balloon Away
Teen FictionJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
