On Mother’s Day, a Little Girl Knocked on My Door Holding My Son’s Backpack – She Said, ‘You Were Looking for This, Didn’t You? You Need to Know the Truth’

screamed,” Sarah said. “Ms. Bell kept saying his name really loud. Then the paramedics came.”

Her voice dropped.

“I remember their boots. They were black and shiny. One stepped on Randy’s purple yarn. I wanted to move it, but Ms. Reeves told us to stay back.”

“Is that when you took the backpack?”

Sarah nodded. “After they took him away. His backpack was continue reading …