Her heels clicked on the pavement as she walked toward the small U-Haul trailer. She looked at the hastily scrawled note in her hand: There is a trailer in the lot of the Budget Inn. You will find her there.
She wasn’t surprised to find the padlock on the trailer hanging open. Her hands shook as she reached for the lock. She shouldn’t have come alone, but the lure of finding her little girl had been too strong.
“She’s alive,” she whispered to herself over and over as she lifted the gate, hoping she wouldn’t find her worst fear inside.
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