False Step

by Victoria Helen Stone

he got lost.’ But he was only three. That’s so young.”

and

woman

substantial. Her nose was clogged up and she didn’t want to imagine what had already leaked out. She popped open the glove compartment. “Do you have Kleenex?” “Hey,” he said as she moved aside the black gloves. Beneath the gloves lay a black canvas case that felt heavy when she shifted it. Micah’s hand darted past hers to slide it from the glove compartment and out of her way. “Napkins.” She sighed with relief and pulled out the small stack, thinking she’d need all of them. “Hey,” he repeated as he grabbed a phone