Luna’s POV
‘I’m sorry, did you say that you are looking for a little blonde girl, her hair in pigtails?’ A young girl who looks barely sixteen and who is wearing a fast food uniform, approaches me nervously, biting her lip as she eyes me worriedly.
I spin around to face the young girl who looks mortified as I nod quickly.
‘Yes! Her name is Beth! She was wearing a pink cardigan and blue jeans, did you see her?’ I demand, fighting the fierce urge to reach out and grab her so she can’t leave without telling me what she knows.
The teenager nods, ‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t know she was on her own’ she gasps, ‘she was following a group of children with their parents and the clown from the mall who is about to set up in the play area . . . I thought she was with one of the families . . . the pla
