Then, as if by some miracle, I spotted him standing calmly near the curb. Relief cascaded over me, and I hurried towards him. He was safe, but what caught my attention was the police officer crouched down beside him, fastening something shiny around his tiny wrist. It was a reflective band, the kind used to keep kids visible in crowded places.

I was about to call out when the cop’s words froze me in place. “Actually… your brother already told me something I think you should hear,” he said, looking up with a serious expression that sent a chill down my spine.