My son, 4, vanished in the mall.

My son, 4, vanished in the mall.
Cops couldn’t find him.
2 hours later, a woman came holding him. I cried.
She smiled and gave me a hairpin, whispered, ‘You’ll need this one day!’
I kept that pin, not expecting much.
3 weeks later, my blood went cold when I found the exact same hairpin clipped into my son’s backpack zipper, where I know I never put it.

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