Zara rushed to Junior, who sat pale and worried, fidgeting with his hands. “You were always with her… did you see her get on the bus?” she asked, her voice trembling.
Junior shook his head, guilt flickering across his face. “No… I didn’t see her. I thought you came for her…”
Zara felt her knees weaken, the room tilting around her. She forced herself to look at the other children, scanning their faces desperately. “Did you see her?” she demanded.
One by one, they shook their heads. “Nooo…”
Her heart hammered against her ribs. But the security guard… he said he saw her get on the bus!
Confusion and panic clawed at her chest. How… how could she be gone?
Zara sank onto a chair, her body trembling. “My baby…” she whispered, her voice cracking. “What am I going to do now?!”
Her hands claw
