The Hotchner boys were having a father, son ngày in the park. Hotch was watching jack lung lay, swing on the swings and then watched as his son ran toward him.

“daddy, who is your valentine? mine is lily.” he đã đưa ý kiến with a big smile on his face.
Hotch thought for a moment then replied. “i don’t have one buddy.”
“but daddy, bạn have ta find one. So she can make bạn smile.” he pouted.
“umm, I don’t know what to tell bạn buddy.” he told his son. Hotch really didn’t know what brought this on. it was a little pathetic that his son had a valentine and he didn’t, but he was thêm focused on...