Mommy, you left me home alone.”
At first, the mother thought it was just her child being dramatic. She had only stepped out for a few hours, leaving her young daughter with the TV on and a snack. But when she called her daughter’s name, the house was silent. No response.
She searched every room, growing more frantic with each step. The toys were untouched, the snack uneaten, and the back door—wide open.
That’s when the fear hit.
Her daughter hadn’t just been “left home alone.” Something—or someone—had been there with her. And the note, scrawled in a shaky hand, was the last sign she had before everything changed.
The mother now faced every parent’s nightmare: Was it already too late?