MAYA:
I blinked, digesting what she had just said. What man? What man had taken my son? What the hell?
I placed my hand on my chest, swallowing and breathing heavily. I was diving into a full blown panic, one that would have me functioning on high cortisol and adrenaline. I looked around again, searching for anyone familiar holding a little boy but there was none. Then I turned to Becky.
"Honey, can you describe this man for me? What does he look like? Does he look like a bad man?"
Her brows furrowed slightly. She looked quite confused but then, she began to speak. "He looks like a man?" Her frown deepened. "He walks like a man and talks like a man. And then..."
I didn't hear her next words. Hell, her initial statement was annoying enough to get me riled up but I tried to listen to h
