My Daughter Came Home Shaking With A Wrapped Box — And My Parents’ Sec…

Someone had opened the bear and sewn it back shut.

I got a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer, cut the new stitches, and reached inside through the stuffing.

My fingers closed around something flat, smooth, and hard, about the size of a domino.

I pulled it out.

A small white square with rounded edges.

A tile tracker.

I knew what it was because two continue reading …