“My Name is Noah”
The boy flinched, pulling his hand back.
“No, ma’am. My name is Noah,” he said shyly.
Isabella’s voice trembled. “Where are your parents, Noah?”
He pointed down the street, where a woman in her forties was walking toward them, holding a grocery bag under her arm. “That’s my mom.”
Isabella turned — and the world tilted beneath her.
The woman’s face.
That same face she had seen once before — grainy and distant — in the security footage from the day Liam vanished.
Her breath hitched.
