My son, 4, vanished in the mall.

that my entire world is tilting sideways.

“Where did you get this?” I ask softly, holding up the pin.

He glances at it, shrugs. “The lady gave it to me.”

Every muscle in my body tightens. “What lady?”

“The same one. The nice one.” He smiles. “She says it’s for you.”

The room feels suddenly too small. My skin prickles. “When? When did you see her?”

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