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Clutching the flowers tightly, I followed the path the child had shown me, my head swiveling in all directions for a glimpse of him, my feet slamming on the ground as I chased his scent, there was no sight of his car, and definitely no sight of him, the only things I was left with were the sunflowers and his scent that was fast fading.

That was yesterday, but I haven’t stopped looking