Anna had no idea what had triggered such panic in Dorothy, but one thing was certain. She could not leave her alone like this.
Through Dorothy's broken sobs and frantic blabbering, Anna slowly began to piece things together. The call had been from her children's school. They had informed her that her younger son was missing.
The revelation hit Anna hard, leaving her momentarily stunned. A missing child was every parent's worst nightmare. But what unsettled her even more were the words Dorothy kept repeating, her voice thick with fear and certainty.
"It's him… I know he took my son."
She said it again and again, as if clinging to those words was the only thing keeping her upright. Dorothy's hands shook violently, her eyes darting around the room as though she expected someone to appear at any moment.
Those words sent a chill down Anna's spine.
Who was he? And why was Dorothy so sure?
