My son, 4, vanished in the mall.

me to my son, who is still swinging, oblivious. “Because once, you save my child.”

My breath catches. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her mouth softens, not into a smile now, but into something sad. “Yes, you do. You just don’t remember it yet.”

Anger flares through the fear. “Stop speaking in riddles. Why did you take my son at the mall?”

Her continue reading …