Time to Call for Help
Shaken and full of dread, Michael pulled out his phone with trembling hands. Though he had hoped to handle it himself, he realized Loretta was right—this needed to be reported. As he explained everything to the 911 dispatcher, a tear slid down his cheek. He could barely process what he had just seen.
His mind raced with questions. Was it already too late to help his mother? Where could she have gone? And what exactly had he seen in the footage that disturbed him so deeply? Whatever the answers, he knew that time was of the essence—and help was on the way.
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