Ceciia’s sobs were so intense, I could barely make out her words. "I took Tina to the mall after kindergarten," she gasped between breaths. "She was right beside me while I was shopping, but then I got a phone call. When I turned around, she was gone."

I frowned. "If it happened in the mall, didn’t they check the security footage?"

"They did," she hiccupped. "It showed her chasing after someone—someone who looked just like you."

A bitter laugh ...