"Ace, I'll call you. I can't find Dennis," she said and hung up without waiting for his response. Fear gripped her, her mind started racing with the worst case scenarios. The mall suddenly felt like a labyrinth and time seemed to stand still.
"Security help I can't find my son," Renee who was on the verge of tears told a man in a security uniform. Her eyes were frantically scanning the mall.
"Relax Madam, what's his name?"
"Dennis," Renee said, trying to take in a deep breath.
The security guard pulled out a walkie-talkie from his side and brought it to his lips.
"A little boy named Dennis has been separated from his mother. He's about….."
"Three years old. He's wearing a red Spider-Man shirt, black jeans and a black Nikes," Renee said.
"Ok Madam, calm down we'll find him," The security guard said and walked away.
