CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

was trying to hide from Laya.

“She wrote down a fake number. I asked your daughter if she knew yours, but she only knew your first name and that you drive a blue car.”

I pulled Laya closer.

Taryn had not just walked away.

She had made sure the store couldn’t easily reach me.

A cold, clear feeling replaced my panic.

The automatic doors opened behind me, and continue reading …