***Natalia***
Rionna’s face pales when she turns to face me, a young woman standing at her side attempting to comfort her.
Something is very wrong here, Devina whispers.
“Where is Kota?” I ask, dread settling in the pit of my stomach. “Where is my baby?”
“I-I,” Rionna stammers, tears clinging to her eyes as she looks around the play center frantically. “I was just reading a magazine…” she whimpers. “And then-”
I follow her gaze, not seeing Kota anywhere in the playcenter.
“Where is my baby?” I repeat, handing my things to Celina and storming through the play center. “Kota? Kota, ¿dónde estás? Dakota!”
Rionna follows close behind me, tears streaming down her face as I search for my pup. My lungs feel as though they are collapsing, every breath I take labored and almost too painful
