My son, 4, vanished in the mall.

shiver ripples through me. “You let my son vanish to force the memory to wake.”

Her eyes fill with quiet remorse. “I never let him be harmed. I only nudge the moment. Just enough.”

“You terrified me.”

“I know.” Her voice cracks. “I am so sorry.”

“Why not just tell me?” I ask.

“Because if I tell you too early, you change things too far. The moment never continue reading …