My feet pounded the pavement as I ran, their slap slap echoing off the metal walls. I had never been in this section of the city, but it was far less welcoming than anything else I knew.
When Mom disappeared last night, I knew something was wrong. Our quiet cottage was in perfect condition, but the indentation from her silky black hair on her pillow was all I had to go off of that she’d gone to bed that night. I asked our neighbors if they’d seen her, no one had. In fact, no one would even look at me when I mentioned her. Everyone loved my Mother, the town baker, but overnight she was a pariah that was unspeakable.
Red lights flashed as I passed them, no warning or alarms ringing, but I was sure they were set off somewhere far from where I was, maybe d...
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