So she gets out, and after gentle (yeah, right) prompting not to dally in the parking lot she disappeared around the corner. I parked, locked up the Escape, locked the garage (and noted how nicely that new lock operates), then headed toward the apartment myself.
She wasn’t in sight, which is reasonable, so I tamped down my brief flare of anxiety by telling myself that we let her out to play in the gated complex all the time, so this wasn’t any different.
I get about to the pool when one of the neighbors says…”Did you hear what’s been happening to children around here?”
Anxiety flared full force.
He told me that young girls, about four-ish, have been getting attacked/kidnapped over the last couple of days in the blocks surrounding our complex, and that one happened in the complex next door.
“Did you see (girlchild)?” Terror sets my heart beating when he gives me a puzzled look, so of course I hurry a few yards to see her sitting patiently on the stairs.
I hate living in cities.
Needless to say, Mamma had a chat with the girlchild, explaining what had happened in the area. Sheltering her does her no favors if something bad happens. I just hope that if the worst ever happens, she remembers to make lots of noise, and uses every trick they taught her at karate.
Of course, she isn’t going out without either one of us or an adult we trust. Even in this gated complex.