My son, 4, vanished in the mall.

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I grip my phone tighter. “If you do not leave right now, I am calling the police.”

She does not flinch. “They cannot touch what they cannot understand.”

My stomach drops. “Stay away from my child.”

Her voice lowers. “I already do. Always.”

She steps back toward the oak tree. For a split second, a strange dizziness washes over me, like the world lurches continue reading …