Night fell over city, but Lydia’s house was far from quiet. She paced the floors, the clicking of her shoes echoing like a ticking clock. Every time the phone rang, her heart jumped, only to find it was another concerned neighbor or a reporter.
In the next room, Sarah sat in total silence, her face buried in her hands. The guilt was eating her alive. She knew something the police didn’t—she had seen those boys talking to Kevin, and she realized she had been the one who suggested going to the park in the first place.
Outside, the streetlights became gathering spots for whispering crowds. “Did you hear?” one neighbor asked. “They say that tunnel wasn’t just unfinished—it was built over an old drainage system that wasn’t on the maps.”
By morning, the story was the lead item on the local news. The park’s management was being grilled by reporters, but Lydia didn’t care about lawsuits. She only cared about the Toy Store employee who had just walked into the police station with a shocking report.
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