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To say that I felt frightened would be the understatement of the year. Fear sluiced through my veins, chilling me as I contemplated what might happen to the sweet, innocent little girl. She had already been through unspeakable sorrow from the loss of her parents. It wasn’t fair that she should have to face anything more.
“What...? Where...? Who would...?” My brain wasn’t functioning with enough rationality to formulate a reasonable question. It was too consumed by fear for Macy’s safety.
Mallory seemed to understand my confused babbling. “I don’t know anything,” she confirmed. “The foster agency just called to see if I knew anything. Someone evidently nabbed her as she left school.” She paused, seeming to consider if she should go on. “I actually wondered for a minute if it might hav
