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My phone rang.
Liam’s name.
“Hey, bud, what’s—”
My heart stopped. “What? Where are you?”
“At the playground.
They’re talking to us. Can you come?”
“I’m on my way,” I said. “Stay there.
Don’t move.”
I dropped everything and ran.
When I got there, my kids and Ethan were standing near the swings, looking terrified. Two officers stood a few feet away.
“Ma’am?” one officer said.
“Are you their mother?”
“Yes,” I said, out of breath. “What’s going on?”
“We got a call about unattended children,” he said. “The caller also mentioned possible drugs and ‘out-of-control behavior.’”
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