Something was so strange about this little girl and her request. Something didn’t add up. What was bothering me so much?
My kids were all excited and apprehensive to have a real policeman in uniform visit our home. What would the neighbors think? Would he have a gun?
Gabi was pleasant and direct and didn’t stay for more than a minute. He took out his phone and showed me a picture of a familiar little girl with that same pink sweater and denim skirt. “Is that her?”
“Yes, it’s her. Is she missing?”
“Yes, she’s missing. She has special needs, she doesn’t communicate so well, and she slipped out of the house this morning. We’re doing our best to find her.”
I swallowed hard. “You’ll let me know what happens?” I begged.
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