My Son Found a One-Eyed Teddy Bear in the Dirt – That Night, It Whispered His Name and Begged, ‘Help Me’

I could hear movement inside.

A TV. Voices overlapping.

Finally, Leo’s mom answered.

She looked surprised to see me, then embarrassed, like she’d been caught off guard in her own life.

“Oh, hi,” she said. “You’re Mark’s dad, right?”

“That’s me,” I said, relieved she remembered.

“Sorry to bother you. I know this is random.”

She smiled politely. “It’s fine.

What’s up?”

“I wanted to ask about Leo,” I said. “Mark’s been wondering why he hasn’t seen him at the park.”

Her smile faltered.

I nodded. “I feel really awkward doing this, but we need to talk about your son.

He’s not doing okay.”

She arched her eyebrows. “What would you know about my son?”

I told her the truth — but gently — about the bear, the device inside it, and how Leo had used it to plead for help from my son.

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