By Joshua Stoll

Teri found it comforting to watch the other shoppers pass by during her morning coffee. It was as much a part of her daily routine now as the coffee itself.

Today, several people stood out. Among them, an elderly man pushing a simple white pram through the crowds, a beautiful infant just visible beneath the blankets, fast asleep.

The child’s grandfather, most likely.

Teri watched him as they disappeared around a corner, vanishing forever from her life.

It wasn’t until ten minutes later that a desperate, distressed cry nearby interrupted Teri’s coffee.

“Please! Has anyone seen my baby?”


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