This afternoon, my mom treated the girls and I to a movie - we saw Gnomio and Juliet. Afterward, we ran into to Target to pick up some Valentines. Nat asked to stay in the car to listen to the radio. I didn't see a problem with it. She's twelve.
I told her to lock all the doors and headed into the store.
When I came back with my mom, Allison, and my niece, I couldn't find the car where I had thought I had parked it.
It wasn't that I couldn't find the car that scared me. It was that I couldn't find Natalie.
I turned to mom - "I'm scared."
I had just seen a car very similar to mine leave the parking long.
My heart squeezed real tight. I tried not to think of Dru Sjodin or Julie Holmquist. (Two young women, from the area, who lost their lives to a horrific deaths.)
I ran throughout the parking lot just to be sure one last time before I called 911.
Two rows down, I saw a door open. Natalie waved to me. "Hey mom... what took you so long?"