Four days. Huh. I looked ahead and found two pairs of glassy eyes staring back at me.

Mom ran towards us with her arms open. She looked like she hadn't been sleeping well in days. Her shoulder-length blonde curls were in disarray. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" Her words were muffled with her face buried in my neck. Her arms surrounded me with motherly comfort as they wound tight around me. "We were so worried, we couldn't find you anywhere." Mom's broken sobs made my own tears ...