My son, 4, vanished in the mall.

face turns serious immediately. “I never take him.”

“He vanished for two hours,” I snap. “The police searched everywhere.”

“And I bring him back,” she answers gently. “Safe. Unharmed. The same way you do for mine.”

My vision swims. “You’re not making any sense.”

“There is a reason the pin returns to you,” she says. “It is a mirror. A reminder. A promise.continue reading …