The detectives exchanged glances over their notebooks, every line of the child’s account matching what they’d seen at the site. “Do you remember what happened next?” one asked softly. Abigail nodded faintly. “It was raining. He fell. I got dizzy. Then everything went dark. When I woke up…Rover was walking…”
By the next morning, news had crossed state lines. The missing-person report from another jurisdiction matched perfectly—Abigail Warren, age six, vanished after school seventy-two hours prior. Her mother, Claire Warren, had been searching nonstop, her voice hoarse from calling every police station in two counties.