I scrambled to my feet. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. I just ran for the stairs, three flights, as fast as I could go. I burst outside into the parking lot, my mind bracing for the unimaginable. I expected to see my baby’s broken body on the pavement. I expected to see blood.

But when I got there, there was nothing. No baby, no body. Just empty pavement.

“Rowan!” I screamed, running around, looking under cars, in the bushes. “Rowan, where are you?”