By 9 p.m., the air had turned cold. His small fingers stiffened. The juice boxes were gone. The sandwich eaten in careful, rationed bites.
A jogger finally noticed him.
“Hey, buddy,” the woman said cautiously. “Where are your parents?”
Liam swallowed. “She said she’d be back.”
The woman looked around the empty park, her expression shifting from confusion to something heavier.