Sierra's POV
I rushed out of the house, scrolling through my phone. Elvis always had a watch around his wrist. There was a tracker on it. I moved around, showing the picture of my little boy to anyone I came across.
But they all said the same thing, they didn't see him.
I paused for a moment, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves. I was sweating all over and was close to the edge of losing my mind. I was still finding it hard to pin his current location.
I spotted a lady approaching quickly; I swiped away the sweat on my forehead and went to her. “Hello. Please, did you see my son anywhere?” I said, showing her Elvis' picture on my phone.
She nodded. “Yes, I saw him heading for the school,” she said.
I nodded, running off to find him. However, just before I could get to the school,
