I only left for ten minutes! How could this happen?! Did someone take her? Did she get confused and run away? She canâ€™t take care of herself! How could I let this happen?
The bright and beautiful building contrasts with the cold and dark alleyway. Someone sits in the corner. I ask if heâ€™d seen a little girl go by, worrying that he has. He says nothing. I hope she Â has not gotten outside. I pull open the thick, steel door and walk back inside. I feel relieved. I know that she would never be able to open that. Iâ€™m sure she was sitting with me before. She must have come looking for me. I run to the womenâ€™s bathroom, praying that sheâ€™ll be there. I know in the back of my head that she isnâ€™t. Iâ€™m right. Itâ€™s been nearly fifteen minutes. How could I expect her to be there? She must have forgotten what she was doing and wandered off. I know my mom will kill me. This is the first time that she has trusted me enough to take Kate somewhere since it happened. If she doesnâ€™t come back with me, I might as well leave before she kicks me to the curb. Maybe Iâ€™ll go to Paris. Iâ€™ve always wanted to go there.
I hear yells from the kitchen. I run over to see whatâ€™s wrong. There stands a little girl smothered in vanilla cake, crying. I rush over to her and grab her. I squeeze her like when I first saw her alive in the hospital. I love her. Mom doesnâ€™t have to know about this.
â€œThis will be our little secret.â€