When my daughter unexpectedly decided to leave my grandson with me for a while, I found it strange. What I later discovered in the child’s bag sent my heart racing with concern. Would my daughter ever return to pick up her son? Was she even alive? The events that unfolded left me with more questions than answers.Jane arrived that Saturday unannounced, which wasn’t unusual given her spontaneous nature. She brought Tommy along, and although she greeted me with a smile, something felt off. Jane didn’t have her usual energy, and the worry lines on her face seemed deeper. She quickly asked for a favor—to watch Tommy for about two weeks, maybe longer, due to a sudden work trip. I was concerned but agreed, happy to spend time with my grandson, although I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. As Jane left, I noticed her nervousness, particularly in the way she avoided my gaze and fidgeted with her purse.
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