By Joshua Stoll
Teri found it comforting to watch the other shoppers pass by during her morning coffee. It was as much a part of her daily routine now as the coffee itself.
Today, several people stood out. Among them, an elderly man pushing a simple white pram through the crowds, a beautiful infant just visible beneath the blankets, fast asleep.
The child’s grandfather, most likely.
Teri watched him as they disappeared around a corner, vanishing forever from her life.
It wasn’t until ten minutes later that a desperate, distressed cry nearby interrupted Teri’s coffee.
“Please! Has anyone seen my baby?”