She fumbled with her keys, trying to get them in the ignition. The engine roared to life, and she slid out of the driveway, turning up and down every street as she went.
A black van squealed as it turned a corner. The boy started to cry for his mother as a hand went over his mouth, and the door closed.
Rounding a stop sign of a street one over from her own, an older man stepped back in surprise at the sudden movement. She rolled down her window.
“Have you seen my son? Please, sir, he was only in the yard playing a few minutes ago! Some people in a van grabbed him!”
The man looked at her with a sadness in his eyes that shook her to her core. “Ma’am, your son’s body was found last year at the bank of a creek.”
“…Amazing grace, how sweet the sound.” Black dresses surrounded a headstone around a small grave.
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