chapter one hundred and sixty in nine.

POV JOSH.

I was completely stunned. The confusion was so much that I could barely articulate my thoughts. How was this possible? I couldn't explain what was going on inside my head at that moment.

The guys had managed to remove the bomb from the boy without causing any harm, and now Anne had taken him to the kitchen so he could eat something and put on some of Louis's clothes, as he was shivering with cold. I simply couldn't believe what was happening.

I was going crazy, or I don't know what. How should I react to this? Was he my son? But my son had died. How could the doctor have made such a mistake? And even if he had made a mistake, how had this child ended up in our house with a bomb in his body?

"Josh, have some of the tea," Justin insisted, trying to calm me down.

"I don't want any tea," I refused, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Take it easy, man, I'm just trying to help," Justin said, with a concerned expression.

"It's not your son who was dead and suddenly reappeared," I al