"Mia!!!"
"MIAAAA!!!!"
I—Elena Martinez—called out at the top of my lungs. My little girl was missing.
Breathe!!! Breathe!!!
My chest felt tight as I ran through the park searching for her or searching for something that might help me locate her.
I turned left, right, up, down, and back around again. She wasn't there.
The sun was still high overhead, but already the temperature had risen enough that I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
t the time to start having hot flashes.
Sweat trickled down every inch of me. It wasn't just the heat; it was the panic I couldn't seem to get over. Every second felt like an eternity. And all because of what happened fifteen minutes ago.
If something happened to her...
My daughter, Mia. My only child.
