'A three or four-year-old kid couldn't have come to the amusement park by herself. For her to be missing this long and no one has come looking... what kind of clueless parent is this?'
The middle-aged woman on the ground peered into the crowd, her eyes filled with anxiety, having completely forgotten her pain. A flicker of joy appeared when she spotted someone, but it was quickly replaced by a snarl as she gritted her teeth. "That's my daughter! Not only did you snatch my child, but you have the nerve—the nerve to call me a trafficker! I—I'm not finished with you!"
A rather burly middle-aged man pushed his way out of the crowd. He gently helped the woman up, his face etched with concern. "Honey, why are you on the ground? Where's our little girl? Where's our daughter?"
The way the onlookers looked at Riley Perry changed.
