CHAPTER 8
Kimmie stood paralyzed in the entrance to the daycare.
Pip … lost?
It didn’t make sense. The concept was too complicated for her brain to register or compute.
He couldn’t be lost. He was playing a game. That’s what this was. Of course, he was the only kid in preschool who never caught on to hide-and-seek, but maybe he’d finally figured it out and wanted to prove how well he could do it.
“Pip!” Kimmie called out, her voice infused with false cheer.
The children stared at her from their seats in the reading circle.
“Maybe we should do the books later,” Jade suggested, and Kimmie couldn’t figure out why her co-worker was worried about story time when her brother was missing.
“Pip!” Kimmie hurried to the nap room, retracing the steps Jade must have made just a few minutes ear
