Fallen Star (part 11)

The crowd closed in around the downed boys, their joined voices an excited rumble of indistinguishable noise. In the distance, sirens blared, their wail becoming more shrill as they drew nearer to the street fair.

“I want mama!” Stacy wailed, tears and snot flowing freely. “Let’s go to that lost and found.”

Jodi looked at her sister without really seeing her. Instead, there was the image of their mother’s face. It’s not true. Couldn’t be. But the vision had felt so real. She had to find that tattooed woman. Ask her what their shared vision meant. She would help.

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