she scanned the headlines every day, fervently. clicking on the links, she placed the images into photoshop, magnifying the faces, comparing to the faded and crumpled picture from her wallet.
arrests, convictions, rapes, unthinkable schemes and crimes that only the most insane could conceive.
in walmart, she joined the other shoppers in dismissing the pictures of kidnapped children. but when she passed the most wanted, without fail, she leaned in close to the posters, so close that her breath fogged over the scowling eyes, the downturned lips.
one of these days, she would find him.
her son.
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