Mia’s POV

The young woman behind the desk kept her finger pointed straight at me. Her eyes locked onto mine without a single flicker of doubt.

Mom turned slowly. I watched the exact second her face changed the hope drained out, replaced by something sharper, heavier. Her voice rose, loud enough that a few people near the stalls glanced over.

“Are you sure?

She is my daughter and she never left the house. Are you sure you saw her?”

The girl nodded once. Firm. Certain.

No.

This can’t happen.

I have to find a way.

Mom stepped closer to me. Her eyes were full of questions she hadn’t asked yet,...