There was something about the child. Something that disturbed her. Strangely, she somehow knew he hadn't long stopped crying and she desperately longed to reach out to him, pull him out of the screen, out of that silent hell and hold him, reassure him, tell him that everything would be alright. But she couldn't.
The child's face glistened wet with tears as well as blood, and the occasional sob convulsed his body.
She watched spellbound as fear left his wide, staring eyes. He wiped his nose on his sleeve. A smile spread across his face.
He looked directly at Tracey.