I stopped dead, the scene felt wrong in every possible way, children didn’t cry like that unless something was terribly wrong.
It was late afternoon, the sort of golden hour when the sun dips low enough to make shadows stretch across the pavement. I had just wheeled my shopping cart across the lot, already planning to unload the groceries and hurry home. The day had been unremarkable—errands, lists, receipts crumpled in my bag. I expected nothing … Read more