The grocery bags slipped from my hands. Apples rolled across the pavement.
Because the man sitting there was wearing Lily’s sweater.
My heart pounded as I rushed toward him.
“Hey!” I shouted.
He looked up as I grabbed the sleeve and turned the cuff with shaking hands.
The tiny stitched letters were still there.
My voice broke.
“Where did you get this? Tell me what happened to my daughter!”
