Mia's POV

My hands shook so violently I couldn't get the cab door open. The driver had to lean over and unlock it from the inside.

"Riverside Elementary, please," I gasped, throwing myself into the backseat. "As fast as you can."

Miraz. My baby girl. Please be okay. Please be safe.

The cab ride felt like an eternity. Every red light, every slow driver, every second that ticked by was another moment my four-year-old was missing. I pressed my phone to my ear, calling ...