When I was seven, I got lost in a bustling mall.
Panic set in as I searched for my mom. A blonde woman approached, comforting me until we found my mother. Years later, I recounted the story to a friend, and my son, now a teenager, overheard. He turned pale and revealed that the woman had actually abducted him, and it was her boyfriend who later decided to let him go. He had kept this secret to protect me from the pain.