When my son went missing at the mall when he was seven, I was devastated. I cried uncontrollably, and a blonde woman came over to comfort me. Hours later, my son was found. Ten years later, I was telling the story to a friend, recalling the kind stranger who had helped me,
Suddenly, my son turned pale and looked at me. “Sweet?” he asked. “Mom, that’s not what happened. That woman was the one who took me.She and a man carried me to the parking lot and kept me in their car for a while. I remember them arguing.” He continued,