Tiffany
My head is spinning, and I don't know what to do. How can my day just go from good to bad in a split second? Where do I go now? I hurry out of the underground parking lot, forgetting to carry the things I had bought at the mall, and head to the security part of the mall. I am gasping already when I get there, and everybody is looking at me weirdly, but I couldn't care less.
"What happened?" one of the workers asks.
"I…uh…I am looking for my son," I try to breathe steadily, but the pain behind my neck and the growing fear aren't making it any easier. I keep wondering what will happen if this becomes what I think it is. For goodness' sake, who would want to hurt that little kid? My heart bleeds for him.
"You lost sight of him around the mall?" he asks.
I shake my head and find that my hands are trembling. "He is wearing a white shirt and brown shorts, and he...he...God, he is gone."
"Where did you last see him?" he asks again. He looks at me now with pity. Maybe he can understand my desperation. Maybe he's also seen women run in like this, screaming.
"We...we went to the underground parking lot to meet a friend. I got...like a...a text from my friend to come meet her there, but she wasn't there. I got hit behind the head, and he was gone when I woke up."