“I don’t know,” she whispered, her tiny hands gripping the side of the cart.

I froze for a moment, trying to process what was happening. I glanced around, expecting to see a frantic parent nearby, but there was no one.

How did this happen?

“What’s your name?” I asked, crouching down to her level, trying to sound calm.

“Lily,” she murmured, barely audible.

I glanced around the store again, hoping to spot someone searching for her, but the aisles were full of strangers, all too busy with their own lives.

What am I supposed to do? Leave her here? Wait for someone to show up? But what if they don’t?