Lunara instantly rushed toward the entrance of the indoor playground, her breath tight in her chest. Every instinct screamed that something was wrong, terribly wrong.
Her eyes scanned the corridor, and that was when she saw it.
Just a few meters ahead, a woman walked briskly, holding a little girl in her arms. The child's floral top, soft yellow with tiny pink dots, was far too familiar.
"Mila!" Lunara's voice rang out, louder than she meant, breaking through the quiet of the mall.
Naomi, startled by the sudden shout, looked around wildly. "What? What is it?"
But Lunara was already moving.
The woman didn't turn. In fact, the moment she heard Lunara screamed Mila's name, her pace quickened. Her head stayed low, face hidden behind a large mask and oversized sunglasses.
Lunara's heart slammed in her chest. "Stop!" she shouted, picking up speed, feet pounding against the tiled floor.
"Mila!" she called again, voice cracking now.
