Turning Fear Into Action
A young employee stood frozen nearby.
“Call the police,” I told him. “Now. There’s a child in danger.”
The man lunged.
I scooped Maya into my arms and shoved a shopping cart sideways. It slammed into a display, cans exploding across the floor.
Chaos erupted.
I ran.
Not fast. Not smooth. Just determined.
I didn’t head for the exit—too many blind spots.
I turned toward the Garden Center.
