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Chapter 5 Finding a Child

Hearing Riley agree to grab some burgers and fries, Harper led them to the entrance of the fried chicken joint.

Just as they were about to step inside, a little girl suddenly dashed over and couldn't stop in time. She bumped right into Harper's stomach and bounced back, landing on the ground.

"Where did you come from? Where are your parents?" Harper was caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the little girl. Seeing her fall, she felt a bit worried.

Finley sat on the ground, dazed, rubbing her head. She didn't cry or make a fuss, just stared at Riley and the others.

Riley quickly reacted, running over to pick her up. "Are you hurt?"

The little girl, Finley, wore a white princess dress, a headband, and held a doll. Her big, bright eyes made her look like a fairy tale princess.

Seeing the group in front of her, fear and anxiety filled her eyes. When Riley spoke, she shook her head and started to turn away.

Riley quickly grabbed her but, seeing Finley's terrified expression, she immediately let go and gently said, "Don't be scared. I just don't want you to get lost or taken by bad people." Looking around but not seeing any adults who might be with the girl, Riley was sure the girl had gotten separated from her family.

Given how timid Finley seemed, letting her leave alone could be dangerous. Riley, being a mother herself, understood the panic of losing a child or fearing for their safety. So she decided to keep the girl with them until her family came to find her.

Finley didn't speak. Riley crouched down and asked softly, "I'm not a bad person. Can you tell me if you got separated from your family?"

Finley hugged her doll tighter and took a few steps back, watching Riley warily without saying a word. However, her frail demeanor stirred Riley's maternal instincts.

Years ago, Riley had lost a baby girl at birth, a secret she kept close to her heart. Seeing Finley, she couldn't help but think of her lost child, who would be about this age now. Riley noticed Finley glancing at the nearby fried chicken shop, clearly wanting some.

"How about I take you to get something tasty?" Riley extended her hand, planning to take Finley into the shop and then try to contact her parents.

Her instincts told her that this little girl had likely gotten separated from her family, so she couldn't let her wander around alone. If she wasn't mistaken, the child seemed slightly autistic or perhaps non-verbal, making it even more dangerous for her to be unaccompanied.

Finley stared at Riley's hand for a moment before slowly reaching out to take it. She knew she shouldn't go with strangers, but something about this woman felt familiar, making her instinctively trust her.

Watching Finley's silence, Landon and Winston wondered if she might be mute.

Once inside the restaurant, Riley patiently asked, "Do you know your parents' phone number? I can call them to come get you, okay?"

Finley kept her head down, not speaking.

"Mom, is she mute?" Winston asked.

Landon gently scolded, "Winston, don't say that!"

Hearing this, Finley timidly moved closer to Riley, clutching her shirt as if finding a source of comfort. Being near Riley gave her an inexplicable sense of security, and she didn't think Riley was a bad person.

After a long silence, Riley spoke again, "If you don't tell me, I'll have to take you to the police station to wait for your parents."

Finley hesitated, then pulled a pen and a sticky note from her pocket, writing down a string of numbers.

Riley took it and saw it was a phone number, thinking it seemed the girl really couldn't speak, or she wouldn't carry a pen and sticky notes with her.

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