"It's okay, sweetie. Are you lost?" Rosa asked softly, crouching down to his level.

Before the child could nod, a sharp, panicked voice echoed down the fabric aisle. "Bernard!"

A tall man hurried toward them, his face pale with concern. Instantly, Rosa’s instincts kicked in. She gently nudged the little boy behind her back, shielding him as she stood up and met the man’s eyes with a sharp, protective gaze.

"Is your name really Bernard?" she whispered down to the boy, making sure he wasn't in any danger.

The man paused, blinking in surprise before letting out a light, relieved laugh. "I assure you, I'm his father."

At the sound...