I Left with the Traffickers

The theme park was packed.

My parents let go of my hand so they could grab front-row spots for Leo, my twin brother.

That made it ninety-nine times.

I didn't cry.

I didn't panic.

I just stood there.

Then a strange woman leaned down.

"Are you lost, sweetheart? I can help you find your mom."

I recognized her instantly.

She was the wanted kidnapper from the morning news.

I grabbed her hand anyway.

"Okay. Thanks."