"What did you just say?”
Franklin’s eyes widened in shock, his heart pounding against his chest. He turned his head swiftly, scanning his surroundings with growing fear. The area around him was bustling with activity—people walking, talking, and carrying on with their day as if nothing had happened. Yet, in the midst of the crowd, his grandson was nowhere to be found.
His breathing grew shallow as dread sank in.
"Elliot! Where did you lose Elliot?" Franklin’s voice rose sharply, filled with desperation and anger. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. In just a few short moments, Vanessa had lost his grandson!
And Elliot was only three years old!
Vanessa’s face twisted with worry, but there was a flicker of something else in her eyes—something hard to place. She wiped away the tears
