Without hesitation, Bella responded, “My daughter’s name is Fiona.

She’s four, slender, with pale lips.

Her hair is golden and curly, and she has brown eyes.

She’s a nail-biter.

With the child’s features in mind, Zoe and I swiftly split up to search for her.

As I combed the stairwell, my phone chimed.

Glancing at the caller ID, I saw it was Elena.

I stepped into a quiet corner and tapped the answer button.

My daughter’s playful voice chimed in shortly after.

“Mommy, I miss you loads.

When are you coming back?”

“Elena, what’s keeping you busy?”

Elena replied, ‘m watching a cartoon with my brother in the hospital.

It’s so funny.

The children in the kindergarten are all watching it recently.

Dylan and I like it very much.

As anticipated, the cartoon’s background music kicked in as she finished speaking, the cheerful tunes filtering through the phone.

At that very moment, I heard a faint rustling coming from a corner of the staircase.

I swiftly scanned the area and spotted a young girl.

She peeked around cautiously, her curiosity piqued by the cartoon’s catchy tune.

The girl matched Fiona’s description.

She had shimmering golden locks, warm brown eyes, a slender frame, and a nervous habit of nail-biting.

She must be Bella’s daughter.

As soon as I ended the call, I approached the girl with careful, measured steps.

Drawing near, I crouched and asked gently, “You’re Fiona, right?”

The girl confirmed with a nod, her gaze a swirl of confusion and curiosity, unsure how I knew her name.

“Hello, Fiona.

I’m a friend of your mother.

” I introduced myself.

“Fiona, why did you leave? Your mother is incredibly worried.

She’s searching all over for you.

Fiona’s eyes flooded with tears, her expression filled with sorrow.

She sniffled and said between sobs, “I don’t want to be in the hospital.

I just want to go home.

Peering at Fiona’s pitiful face, I asked patiently, “Why? Did something happen?”

Tears streamed down Fiona’s flushed cheeks.

Her small, quivering shoulders revealed her deep distress, evoking sympathy from me.

My chest tightened.

I pulled her into my arms and said, “Please, Fiona, don’t cry.

You can tell me anything; your secrets are safe with me.

Fiona’s moistened eyes glistened.

She bit her trembling lip and said in a hushed voice, “My parents have been arguing a lot because I’m in the hospital.

I didn’t want them to fight anymore, so I ran away.

I thought everything would return to normal if I wasn’t in the hospital.

Debra’s POV:

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