Richard stared at the boy.
“What did you say?”
The boy looked terrified.
“You finally found us.”
“No…” Richard whispered. “That’s impossible.”
Employees and customers stood frozen.
The boy slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out an old silver necklace.
Richard’s hands started shaking.
He knew that necklace.
He had given it to his daughter on her first birthday.
“How did you get this?” Richard asked.
The boy looked down.
“She gave it to me.”
Richard felt dizzy.
“She?” he whispered.
The boy looked into his eyes.
“My mother.”
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Richard’s eyes filled with tears.
“No… my daughter died twenty years ago.”
The boy slowly shook his head.
“No.”
Then he pointed toward the bakery window.
Across the street…
A woman stood in the rain.
Watching them.
Richard turned.
The color disappeared from his face.
Because it was her.
Older.
Tired.
But unmistakably her.
His daughter.
And then—
A black car suddenly stopped beside her.
Two men jumped out.
Grabbed her.
Dragged her inside.
The little girl screamed:
“MOMMY!”
