CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

need to tell Clara exactly where she is.”

“She knows where,” Taryn said. “Maple Street Target. Customer service. I’m sure some employee is babysitting her.”

Babysitting.

My daughter was alone in a store at night, abandoned by someone she trusted, and they were discussing her like a misplaced shopping bag.

I grabbed my purse and keys.

Taryn leaned against continue reading …