Three-year-old Marissa, the sweet little girl Lori was caring for, stood nearby, her wide eyes filled with confusion. Marissa didn’t understand why Lori was crying so hard. Lori was clutching a tiny child’s shoe in her hands, tears streaming down her face.
This shoe had belonged to her daughter, who disappeared 22 years ago. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of it, but nothing added up. Just then, the front door creaked open, and Lori heard footsteps. Emily, Marissa’s mother, entered the room, her face filled with concern.
“Lori, are you okay?” Emily asked, her voice trembling with concern.
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Lori didn’t look up. Her voice cracked as she asked, “Where did you get these shoes?” Emily’s heart raced. She glanced at the small shoe, then at Lori.
“I… ,” she stammered, struggling to find the right words.
